[He's already had a few visitors this morning. Some of the regulars wake up at dawn and know they'll be able to find him trotting around the Church premises, just waiting to be assailed with small talk, and he's always happy to indulge them. One of them had kindly left him a slice of banana bread, and the coffee arrives conveniently while he's in the middle of chewing on the last morsel of it. He greets Cullen with a wave of his hand, takes the coffee, and washes the banana bread down with a mouthful. Notably, without checking nor showing any recognition of the temperature, since he has quite the tolerance for hot things.]
Just what I needed, thank you.
I should...
[Cullen just got here. What he should do is give him a moment to settle before jumping into another apology.
He bites the tip of his tongue, then gestures toward the morning tea table.]
Would you like some almond biscuits? I baked them myself.
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Just what I needed, thank you.
I should...
[Cullen just got here. What he should do is give him a moment to settle before jumping into another apology.
He bites the tip of his tongue, then gestures toward the morning tea table.]
Would you like some almond biscuits? I baked them myself.