[His hand twitches out to the sofa and then he disappears into the kitchen. There's some clanking and clamoring, some mild swearing that seems habitual rather than genuine, but a few minutes later he returns with two steaming mugs, setting one before her on the trunk-turned-coffee-table.]
You're not seriously here to have it out with me, are you?
[He asks, not moving to sit and instead standing about in the middle of the room with his own cup in hand.]
no subject
[His hand twitches out to the sofa and then he disappears into the kitchen. There's some clanking and clamoring, some mild swearing that seems habitual rather than genuine, but a few minutes later he returns with two steaming mugs, setting one before her on the trunk-turned-coffee-table.]
You're not seriously here to have it out with me, are you?
[He asks, not moving to sit and instead standing about in the middle of the room with his own cup in hand.]