His hands feel oddly empty now. Distractedly, he reaches for his own tea to fill them, breathing the (still) thick steam before he takes a sip.
After a moment he starts to hum to himself, the distracted way that he does when he's making tea or sweeping up, so that approximately every third note is audible. It's something old and apparently tuneless.
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Date: 2009-08-18 06:37 am (UTC)After a moment he starts to hum to himself, the distracted way that he does when he's making tea or sweeping up, so that approximately every third note is audible. It's something old and apparently tuneless.