[Revan, meanwhile, has some kind of cream-covered abomination that must be at least half sugar by volume...and that's just the drink. She stabs it with the straw a few times, mixing in some of the whipped cream and taking out some of her frustrations simultaneously.]
I don't know where to start. I don't suppose they told you what the hell they were thinking.
[She can feel his trepidation through the Force, and frankly, she doesn't feel up to doing the work it would take to reassure him. "It's okay" would be a lie, anyway, and they both know it.]
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I don't know where to start. I don't suppose they told you what the hell they were thinking.
[She can feel his trepidation through the Force, and frankly, she doesn't feel up to doing the work it would take to reassure him. "It's okay" would be a lie, anyway, and they both know it.]