Sky stood by the counter, mug in hand, the faint clink of his spoon swirling against ceramic filling the silence. Rachel sat on one of the bar stools, fingers curled around the rim of a glass of water she hadn't really touched.
He turned slightly to glance at her.
She had asked for them to speak, yet, she was quiet. Saying nothing.
Anyone who knew Sky knew this was not his kind of thing; this awkwardness with someone he barely knew.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, not exactly warm, but not unkind either.
She didn't look up. "I'm hanging in there."
The silence returned like an old friend. Sky didn't fill it.
"Have you… spoken to Noel?" he asked eventually, his voice low.
Rachel shook her head. "Not yet."
It was a flat answer. No bitterness. No heat. Just emptiness. Like she'd burned through every emotion and now there was nothing left but ash.
"It's inevitable now." He said quietly. Because Noel was going to be here soon.
