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( gratitude swells in his chest.

returning to his apartment, to not only the reminders of his family but of his own loneliness, feels particularly difficult right now. not all that different from the time rey had moved out. he'd adjusted, eventually.

sort of.

his spending most of his nights here, in or out of rey's bed, or tucked away on one of the lumpy sofas, listening to daenerys talk about her monsters, probably didn't count. )

Thank you. I'll return to my apartment later, grab a few things. Maybe pick up dinner on the way back.

[Daenerys brightens more at the mention of food -- the forced smile becomes a bit more genuine and gentle. If she could see herself, she might have laughed. But just having the option to share a meal with someone was more than enough to be excited about.]

Dinner would be lovely.

[There's a brief pause before she allows herself to lean on the table, massaging her forehead with one hand.]

And, if you can find a bottle of wine of any sort, I will reimburse you for its purchase. I would be most indebted to you.

Red or white?

( his mouth hitches in a smile, knowing. kylo doesn’t dismiss her offer of compensation, but has no intention of accepting her money.

he runs through the list of places en route. red tomato, maybe. something quick and easy that they can share together.

he’s missed this. missed the ease of company. Footing the bill for a bottle (or three) of wine isn’t that high of a price to pay. )

Edited 2020-04-02 20:31 (UTC)

I am not choosy. Though I've a fondness for red, if you are owed the luxury of choice.

[Daenerys' smile sticks this time, and where words will not do, her expression communicates. They obviously both need the company, the lack of obligation, and just the quiet sharing of space and a meal.

She cannot imagine the ghosts that must linger in his own apartment. This place certainly wasn't free of them -- but somehow, she thinks it must be better not to think of his father.]

I will await your return.

I won't be long.

( hunting down a decent vintage might add an hour or so to the trip, but that might not be the worst thing.

walking has become a good distraction. reacquainting himself with the city that had been home for close to a year was better than dwelling on the loss of his father (for a second time) and the upheaval that now rocks his life. )