[He fishes in the cabinet until he finds the mugs (has to hop a few times to reach the shelf, shut the fuck up), but when he pulls them down and inspects them, he's relieved to find that their cabinet shelter has spared them the ash-facial everything else in the apartment has received.
He turns back to her, mugs in hand, and... tries really hard not to look around, actually.]
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He turns back to her, mugs in hand, and... tries really hard not to look around, actually.]
... Maybe we should go in the living room.