“that’s wonderful!. I really would feel very badly if you left so early,”
You slide your fingertips to reach for his hand, mostly you have to admit that there was no need to feel his arm for this but it was a bit inevitable, maybe later the guilt for doing something so inappropriate would consume you in private but for now you guide him,to the table, offering a seat while you go look for something to clean you left earlier.
“Please seat, i will be back, careful with the broken pieces”
While she was gone, you set about picking up all the shattered pieces of her teacup. The one thing about your hands was that you’ve done so much with your hands that the skin on your hands is super thick. A teacup isn’t enough to cut the callouses that adorn your palms. You can’t do much about the tea soaking into the carpet, but at least she doesn’t have to risk injuring her precious white hands. Once you make a neat little pile and scoop it up into a napkin, you find the now greasy bag of old waffle and scarff that down, hoping she wouldn’t mind. You’re a man of massive appetite who hasn’t had much to eat in the last month.