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[ He'd asked her here, at the rest area. Her question that Sunday's been at the back of his mind, gnawing, burning, a thing he hadn't been sure how to handle. He's thought about it literally all week, because hell, he doesn't want her to go back. Rhys has an... idea, but.

Even now, he isn't sure if it's the best one. ]

It's cool. It's fine.

[ That's what he tells himself, as he crushes up some of the pills he'd gotten from Angel earlier. Rhys's hands shake, and he has to step back a few times to get it together. Cookies. Hot cocoa. It's seemingly innocent, but the crushed-up pills are a sign of anything but. The first batch, he'd burnt the cookies, but he'd managed to salvage a few cookies. It's... just enough, he thinks.

At the time he'd agreed to meet Angel, he juggles the plate of cookies and cocoa, and goes up to the fourth floor rest area. ]