[Blue stares at his coffee for a long time as the words spill out awkwardly, unrefined, chasing themselves in circles. He understood it, as he understood most things when it came to Archie, even if he hated those things; trying, being clumsy with apologies and not even knowing quite what to apologize for, just desperation to make things better again.]
[It's a lot. The silence that follows it is a lot, probably suffocating for the both of them, but it's too much for him to say anything right away, so he just lets the silence go colder and colder between them, finally moves an inch to pick his coffee up again- also lukewarm now, and sip silently at it with his gaze fixed on the table.]
[Both of them are clumsy talkers, so he'll just taste the words in his mouth for as long as he needs before he lets himself say anything.]
What's this got to do with anything... [He mumbles finally, sullenly, but from the way his jaw is working, chewing on nothing, it's clear there's more words behind them that aren't coming out.]
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[It's a lot. The silence that follows it is a lot, probably suffocating for the both of them, but it's too much for him to say anything right away, so he just lets the silence go colder and colder between them, finally moves an inch to pick his coffee up again- also lukewarm now, and sip silently at it with his gaze fixed on the table.]
[Both of them are clumsy talkers, so he'll just taste the words in his mouth for as long as he needs before he lets himself say anything.]
What's this got to do with anything... [He mumbles finally, sullenly, but from the way his jaw is working, chewing on nothing, it's clear there's more words behind them that aren't coming out.]