[Hmm. Sycamore definitely notices the differences in Colress' appearance, compared to his usual, but he doesn't show it on his face other than his eyes softening slightly.]
Black it is! Sometimes it can be nice to stick to the tried-and-true. Coincidentally, I bought the beans from that cafe you and I went to when I first arrived here.
[He has a collection from a number of cafes around the place, but these ones happened to be in the machine...clearly, a happy coincidence! Cups are quickly aligned below the machine's spout, and it starts to happily whirr away. It's a good chance for Sycamore to lean back against the counter, crossing his arms and tilting his head slightly.]
...how are you, mon ami?
[He's not going to ask you if you're okay - since you clearly aren't - so let's just start with this.]
[Despite everything, Colress makes a small amused noise.]
Did you really? I hadn't even considered doing such a thing. That cafe did have rather nice coffee, didn't it?
[He's not quite forcing himself through the conversation because he genuinely does find that little coincidence to be pretty fun, but that usual cheery pep in his step just isn't there today.
That fact becomes harder to hide when Sycamore asks about his well-being.]
Ah, well... "Lost" would be the most accurate way to describe myself at the moment, I believe. I...cannot quite articulate it any other way.
[He feels like he hasn't even moved into the processing phase, really...]
[That would be understandable. It makes Sycamore think about how it would feel if Lysandre suddenly disappeared one day, and....well, it's enough to get him to focus back on the coffee machine. What a horrible experience to go through...]
You don't have to be 'found' at the moment, I promise.
[Right, we have coffee, so Sycamore will gently lead Colress over to his living room with a light hand on his back.]
If you'd like to talk, talk. Otherwise, I'm happy to distract you.
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Black it is! Sometimes it can be nice to stick to the tried-and-true. Coincidentally, I bought the beans from that cafe you and I went to when I first arrived here.
[He has a collection from a number of cafes around the place, but these ones happened to be in the machine...clearly, a happy coincidence! Cups are quickly aligned below the machine's spout, and it starts to happily whirr away. It's a good chance for Sycamore to lean back against the counter, crossing his arms and tilting his head slightly.]
...how are you, mon ami?
[He's not going to ask you if you're okay - since you clearly aren't - so let's just start with this.]
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Did you really? I hadn't even considered doing such a thing. That cafe did have rather nice coffee, didn't it?
[He's not quite forcing himself through the conversation because he genuinely does find that little coincidence to be pretty fun, but that usual cheery pep in his step just isn't there today.
That fact becomes harder to hide when Sycamore asks about his well-being.]
Ah, well... "Lost" would be the most accurate way to describe myself at the moment, I believe. I...cannot quite articulate it any other way.
[He feels like he hasn't even moved into the processing phase, really...]
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You don't have to be 'found' at the moment, I promise.
[Right, we have coffee, so Sycamore will gently lead Colress over to his living room with a light hand on his back.]
If you'd like to talk, talk. Otherwise, I'm happy to distract you.