[He looks a little more like his usual self than he did the last time they met up. Not exactly better in the sense that he's anywhere near the ballpark of happy (do the muscles in his face even know how to arrange themselves into that kind of expression though?), but less exhausted and travel-worn at least. He comes to a stop in front of her, hands shoved into his pockets as usual.]
Morning. [There's a pause before he sort of nods to the bench.] Should I sit down then?
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Morning. [There's a pause before he sort of nods to the bench.] Should I sit down then?