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[therushingsky]

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[therushingsky]

Rhys knows it's going to be Gortys, abs by the time he opens his cabin door his expression is firmly set to "pretend everything is fine".

"Hey, Gortys."

The smile falters a little at the book, but returns when he sees the coffees.

"You gonna drink all of those yourself?"

[gamjam]

"Hi, Rhys." She greets him, wheeling into his room and setting everything down in a pile in the middle of the room.

"Er. No, I'm not. They're for you. I noticed in the mornings when you first wake up you have to refuel and you're better after it, so hey - more human drinking fuel can't hurt, right?"