[ It's hard, existing alongside other people is always hard, and there's no exact way to figure it all out. Not for Pablo, at least; people are a giant mystery to him most of the time, even if he can rationalize things more easily if he's not personally involved in the situation.
Then again, when he is, his solution is always just to either forgive, or... well. When it's him that's the problem, he's yet to find a real solution that works, beyond desperately trying whatever he can think of.
Anyway, Pablo is no cook or even "decent" in the kitchen, but black coffee is easy enough to manage even if he also usually makes it with milk. It's a few minutes before he comes back out with a cup in his hand, holding it out for her before he sits back down. ]
Uh-- just, you know... trust that she loves you. Maybe focus on that while you drink this. [ A pause. ] Do you need me to hold it for you?
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Then again, when he is, his solution is always just to either forgive, or... well. When it's him that's the problem, he's yet to find a real solution that works, beyond desperately trying whatever he can think of.
Anyway, Pablo is no cook or even "decent" in the kitchen, but black coffee is easy enough to manage even if he also usually makes it with milk. It's a few minutes before he comes back out with a cup in his hand, holding it out for her before he sits back down. ]
Uh-- just, you know... trust that she loves you. Maybe focus on that while you drink this. [ A pause. ] Do you need me to hold it for you?