He settled back slowly, his throat clearing softly as he sat beside me in the creaking chair. His motions were fluid, nearly cautious, as if he didn't want to disrupt the moment. Softly, he pushed out a hand to put my plate in front of me first, as if he was assuring himself I was ready before him. "Uh. let's eat," he whispered, but I knew from the way he would not meet his eyes with the plate that something was off. There was a hesitation in his voice, and I caught him staring at me for a moment, observing the way his spoon was hanging down rather than up, clumsily perched on the table. I couldn't help but burst out laughing when I saw it. It was such a little thing, but for some odd reason, it caught me by surprise and made me laugh. He raised an eyebrow when he heard me, looking up, and said, "Why? What's funny?" His face was stern, but his eyes showed a glimmer of interest. I was pointing at his spoon, still chuckling a bit. "You're holding it incorrectly," I told him, str
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