[The smell of spices fill the room, the air is warm, the light soft and the sight of Ryan waiting at the table sparks an overwhelming fondness. The intimacy is there, well established through careful attention he should find touching. Instead, he steps into the room, transfixed by the third chair and all too aware of Oren behind him.]
I don't understand. Ryan... What is this? [It must be a mistake, though he's struggling to figure how. Awful as he feels, he has no objection to what Oren mutters behind him. He's right. He shouldn't be here.] What are you doing?
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I don't understand. Ryan... What is this? [It must be a mistake, though he's struggling to figure how. Awful as he feels, he has no objection to what Oren mutters behind him. He's right. He shouldn't be here.] What are you doing?