(( Vegas breathed out heavily. Not because Riley wanted to stay, just because of... well, everything. He's silent for a long moment, the only real sound in the apartment is the sound of Vegas occasionally sipping the now-lukewarm tea. After solid minutes of silence, he finally sighed and spoke: ))
I don't actually care for tea. This is... (( His voice catches in his throat and he looks pained. )) This is Pete's.
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I don't actually care for tea. This is... (( His voice catches in his throat and he looks pained. )) This is Pete's.