[ He hears that disapproving tut and it only makes him stiffen even more, dread creeping in from the corners until he has no choice but to turn and bring the cup back, setting it in front of Elizabeth. There's no stool or place to sit on his side of the counter, but that doesn't stop him from crossing his arms and resting his chin down on it. His back can handle the terrible posture for a bit. ]

I meant more... reading while you drink. Or talking with...

[ "a friend," but she's already claimed him as one. a better friend, he means. a better conversationalist that would give more back to an interaction that he can, who'd be more engaging to talk to than frustrating. ]

I don't know. I guess I find it easier to learn about people by doing things together. Not talking, necessarily..