Tal put his arms tentatively around Delia, giving her a careful squeeze and patting her back with his usual awkwardness.
He was glad she'd taken him up on it, though. He couldn't do much for her; he knew what it was like to lose a loved one and words were just empty. But at least he could do this one thing, even if it was small.
He let her go as soon as she drew back, reaching up again to rub at his neck and look over the kitchen as if he hadn't already done that a minute before. Yup. That was definitely some flour. And there was the sugar. Or maybe it was the salt?
"Um. I can listen, if you want to talk about it," he offered, reaching for the flour and looking around for a recipe. "I'm not really... uh. Allowed in the kitchen much," he admitted sheepishly. "But I made corn muffins recently!" He said that with a lot more pride than it deserved, given how Ronin had needed to rescue the muffins from him. But hey, it had been a team effort!
He was glad she'd taken him up on it, though. He couldn't do much for her; he knew what it was like to lose a loved one and words were just empty. But at least he could do this one thing, even if it was small.
He let her go as soon as she drew back, reaching up again to rub at his neck and look over the kitchen as if he hadn't already done that a minute before. Yup. That was definitely some flour. And there was the sugar. Or maybe it was the salt?
"Um. I can listen, if you want to talk about it," he offered, reaching for the flour and looking around for a recipe. "I'm not really... uh. Allowed in the kitchen much," he admitted sheepishly. "But I made corn muffins recently!" He said that with a lot more pride than it deserved, given how Ronin had needed to rescue the muffins from him. But hey, it had been a team effort!
