[ grumbles something incoherent. picks up his plate and moves to the sink, washing and drying the dish and fork before putting them away. leans on the counter beside albert (a good amount of space between them) and tilts his head upward to stare at the ceiling.
raps his fingers on the edge, thinking on how to say what he wants to say. it ends up being a little differently than planned, but it works for him. ]
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raps his fingers on the edge, thinking on how to say what he wants to say. it ends up being a little differently than planned, but it works for him. ]
... it was good.