[ Abbacchio quietly stirs his tea while Jonathan settles down on the sofa. As nice as this is – and really it is – he still can't shake their earlier conversation from his mind. He doesn't want to just rudely ask "Hey, so who is your kid?" but the topic is still kind of baffling to him. None of the dates add up. ]
So, you know everyone at the hill then?
[ Taking a sip of his tea, he watches Jonathan carefully over the lip of the cup. Could he have been subtler? Maybe.]
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[ Abbacchio quietly stirs his tea while Jonathan settles down on the sofa. As nice as this is – and really it is – he still can't shake their earlier conversation from his mind. He doesn't want to just rudely ask "Hey, so who is your kid?" but the topic is still kind of baffling to him. None of the dates add up. ]
So, you know everyone at the hill then?
[ Taking a sip of his tea, he watches Jonathan carefully over the lip of the cup. Could he have been subtler? Maybe.]