"Of course." He pauses and looks back at Caleb. "I...still have that flannel you loaned me." There's a slight reluctance in his tone; he doesn't want to give it back. Somehow, in the short time he's had it, Gabe has come to think of it as a safe place.
"They have a Keurig, so you can put together any kind of drink you like. They say the kitchen is mine to use, however I like. I don't really though..."
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Date: 2015-09-08 02:05 am (UTC)"They have a Keurig, so you can put together any kind of drink you like. They say the kitchen is mine to use, however I like. I don't really though..."