"You didn't need to get home soon did you?" I asked as I poured us both a drink.
"Well it is late... But I suppose you want me to stay." I handed him a drink and he took a sip, looking at me through the glass. "What did you need to ask me?"
"Oh? Oh nothing..." I looked at him. He looked so fragile, as if he would break if I touched him. "Were you busy?"
"No," he said, sipping on his drink again, peering at me as I smiled.
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