It was that time of year again.
Tal scowled as he made his way through the streets, shouldering his small pack self-consciously against the lightness of it. The supplies didn't weigh much at all, but it was the weight of what was missing that made his steps slow.
He paused outside a familiar door, glancing up at the weather-faded sign, and more by impulse than design he followed another person in, shutting the door firmly behind them. Snow stamped from his boots and hood thrown back he looked around for an empty table, but the man ahead of him took the last one. Pale eyes lit on a recently-met head nearby, however, and he shuffled awkwardly over to where Cordelia sat.
"Hey, uh... can I sit here, too?" He started to reach up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly and then winced as snow from his mitten slid down his back instead.
Tal scowled as he made his way through the streets, shouldering his small pack self-consciously against the lightness of it. The supplies didn't weigh much at all, but it was the weight of what was missing that made his steps slow.
He paused outside a familiar door, glancing up at the weather-faded sign, and more by impulse than design he followed another person in, shutting the door firmly behind them. Snow stamped from his boots and hood thrown back he looked around for an empty table, but the man ahead of him took the last one. Pale eyes lit on a recently-met head nearby, however, and he shuffled awkwardly over to where Cordelia sat.
"Hey, uh... can I sit here, too?" He started to reach up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly and then winced as snow from his mitten slid down his back instead.
