MAYEM: The Crossing Pt. 4
Goop just… stared.
Slowly turned to kid and drank the coffee, then took Kid’s cup and drank his for him.
Kid stared too.
‘What now?’ he asked, signing quietly, bemused.
Really, really bemused.
‘Now we… crash on grampster’s couch, I guess.’ Goop signed back, setting the two mugs on the table, hesitating, then grabbing a set of coasters to put them on instead.
Didn’t want to be rude.
‘…what’s he going to do tomorrow morning when he realizes he drunkenly invited two strangers into his house….?’
Kid really had no way to contextualize or compare this.
He had nothing to compare it to. Nothing.