in mourning the death and celebrating the life of a peer, a wake seemed necessary. the whole idea of a dinner in itself? fairly disposable and, in lloyd’s opinion, a waste of food and supplies. the cafeteria was rather quiet, save for a few whispers and short titters of those who might’ve known benjamin. and while the others kept their heads down or aimlessly picked at their food, he loiters near the refreshments table, scanning the area for someone to talk to. it isn’t until he spots a familiar face that he takes two cups of coffee and makes a beeline to where they were sitting. he hesitates for a second before decidedly taking a seat in the empty chair in front of them. “hey,” he greets, placing a cup of coffee in front of her. he takes a sip of his own, ultimately thinking of what to say. don’t ask how she’s doing. he let’s out a short sigh. maybe it’d be best if he simply said nothing at all. at the very least, he’d hoped, his presence would be enough. ( @ofsylvias )