Tal perked up at the mention of sweet rolls and dried fruit, and was lured further into the kitchen to stand near his hostess as he looked over the baking supplies that were usually his sisters' domain.
Had been his father's, too, once.
He jammed his hands in his pockets to keep the tapping of his fingers more hidden, but when he looked up at the question he was caught by the shadows in Delia's face and stood in uncomfortable silence for a moment before exhaling a rough sigh.
"A lot better'n you are," he said bluntly. "Look, I heard what happened to your cousin. I'm sorry. I dunno if you're a hugger, but..." He shrugged a little helplessly. He and Delia didn't know each other well, but he was shit with words and knew it. So instead he pulled his hands back out of his pockets and awkwardly lifted them a little ways from his body, offering a hug if she chose to accept it.
Had been his father's, too, once.
He jammed his hands in his pockets to keep the tapping of his fingers more hidden, but when he looked up at the question he was caught by the shadows in Delia's face and stood in uncomfortable silence for a moment before exhaling a rough sigh.
"A lot better'n you are," he said bluntly. "Look, I heard what happened to your cousin. I'm sorry. I dunno if you're a hugger, but..." He shrugged a little helplessly. He and Delia didn't know each other well, but he was shit with words and knew it. So instead he pulled his hands back out of his pockets and awkwardly lifted them a little ways from his body, offering a hug if she chose to accept it.
