[ Annie finds it difficult not to go back to him, not to fuss over him, to let him be. It's not in her nature. And the longer he stays up there, the longer she waits, the more she frets. She puts on the kettle and gets out four different cups with four different sorts of tea, unsure of what will suit his mood even if he's the sort to drink the same kind of tea for everything (and by now she knows exactly how he likes his tea)... she needs to do this, do something.
As the kettle heats, she braces herself against the counter, head hanging as she blinks away tears. By the time he comes down, the kettle is singing and she's managed to battle off those tears successfully. She turns to look at him with a smile.] Yes. I didn't know which tea you'd like so... I prepared them all. [ She reaches for the kettle but her hand goes right through it.
Letting out a breath, she tries again, but it's the third time that's the charm. She gives him a sheepish look before pouring out the hot water so the teas can steep.] Apparently, I'm a wee bit distracted.
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As the kettle heats, she braces herself against the counter, head hanging as she blinks away tears. By the time he comes down, the kettle is singing and she's managed to battle off those tears successfully. She turns to look at him with a smile.] Yes. I didn't know which tea you'd like so... I prepared them all. [ She reaches for the kettle but her hand goes right through it.
Letting out a breath, she tries again, but it's the third time that's the charm. She gives him a sheepish look before pouring out the hot water so the teas can steep.] Apparently, I'm a wee bit distracted.