[ She's taunting him. Has to, Carver thinks, and he thins his mouth but doesn't snap at Daisy for it. Just stares at her and waits for the punchline. Movie nights. Jesus Christ.
Only, that punchline doesn't quite come.
He gives her a narrow look. ]
You have coffee here.
[ It comes out flat. He can't remember the last time he had real coffee. ]
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Only, that punchline doesn't quite come.
He gives her a narrow look. ]
You have coffee here.
[ It comes out flat. He can't remember the last time he had real coffee. ]