[His cheeks go slightly pink, but he doesn't pull away from the touch, which is something only few people are allowed to do. He leads her towards the kitchen, stopping at a cupboard just outside the doorway.]
I... think I might have strawberry. I don't drink fruit tea that much.
Wait, she doesn't live here. Brushing that thought aside, Stella sits at the table nearby, back straight with her hands on her knees, and takes in a deep breath. She's nervous about this for sure, even though she's not planning on saying the words just yet. She'll have to soon, she knows, but she's looking for the right opportunity.
... Hopefully that opportunity will at least make itself known to her before she leaves.]
[He joins her inside, going about setting up the kettle and making the tea. After years of living here he's gotten used to the casual domesticity of this place, but sometimes he can't help feeling strange and self-conscious about it. Like he's not supposed to be doing this, or he's somehow doing it wrong. He wonders if that will ever truly go away.
...That's not important now, though, and he shakes it off.]
I'm not surprised by the number of people who chose to leave, but to actually see it in practice is different. This planet isn't empty by any means, but...
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I... think I might have strawberry. I don't drink fruit tea that much.
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[She'll have to get some fruit tea to stock -
Wait, she doesn't live here. Brushing that thought aside, Stella sits at the table nearby, back straight with her hands on her knees, and takes in a deep breath. She's nervous about this for sure, even though she's not planning on saying the words just yet. She'll have to soon, she knows, but she's looking for the right opportunity.
... Hopefully that opportunity will at least make itself known to her before she leaves.]
How have things been for you here?
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[He joins her inside, going about setting up the kettle and making the tea. After years of living here he's gotten used to the casual domesticity of this place, but sometimes he can't help feeling strange and self-conscious about it. Like he's not supposed to be doing this, or he's somehow doing it wrong. He wonders if that will ever truly go away.
...That's not important now, though, and he shakes it off.]
I'm not surprised by the number of people who chose to leave, but to actually see it in practice is different. This planet isn't empty by any means, but...
[He shrugs his shoulders.]
You know what I mean.