[ There's maybe a minute between when the kettle begins whistling and when Valmont appears in the kitchen doorway. His eyes are bleary and his hair is rumpled, stray locks sticking out at all sorts of interesting angles. He says one word. ]
Tea.
[ This is the face of a man who hasn't so much as smelled a proper cup of tea in months. It's difficult to put into words what Valmont's feeling right now, but whatever it is, it bears an uncanny resemblance to a positive emotion. He hasn't had one of those in a while. ]
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Tea.
[ This is the face of a man who hasn't so much as smelled a proper cup of tea in months. It's difficult to put into words what Valmont's feeling right now, but whatever it is, it bears an uncanny resemblance to a positive emotion. He hasn't had one of those in a while. ]