He rolls his eyes good-humouredly and hobbles over to the table, where he leans the crutch against the side and sits himself down.
'Yeah, wouldn' mind a cup of tea. Or a whiskey, whatever's easiest.'
And she wasn't lying. It is warm here. He takes his coat off and sits looking out of the window at the garden and trees out there. It feels strangely peaceful.
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He rolls his eyes good-humouredly and hobbles over to the table, where he leans the crutch against the side and sits himself down.
'Yeah, wouldn' mind a cup of tea. Or a whiskey, whatever's easiest.'
And she wasn't lying. It is warm here. He takes his coat off and sits looking out of the window at the garden and trees out there. It feels strangely peaceful.