[He sees the hair, but doesn't see anything wrong with it. One of his favorite girls is a redhead, after all. But there's no reason to draw attention to it at the moment.
He doesn't look up at that reply, though. It's not exactly encouraging. The cookies get shoved aside in favor of the coffee, which he chugs way too quickly. But it's cold anyway, probably been sitting around for hours. And it has a nice warm kick with the booze in it. Close enough.]
Uh. Stan. I...
[He's not sure what he was planning to say there. Live here? She's probably noticed. It doesn't matter anyway. His voice cracks, the way it sometimes does in the morning when it's still extra deep from sleep, and the rest of the sentence sticks in his throat.]
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He doesn't look up at that reply, though. It's not exactly encouraging. The cookies get shoved aside in favor of the coffee, which he chugs way too quickly. But it's cold anyway, probably been sitting around for hours. And it has a nice warm kick with the booze in it. Close enough.]
Uh. Stan. I...
[He's not sure what he was planning to say there. Live here? She's probably noticed. It doesn't matter anyway. His voice cracks, the way it sometimes does in the morning when it's still extra deep from sleep, and the rest of the sentence sticks in his throat.]