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A cup of tea, a sip of milk poured in afterward. A rather optional cube of sugar and a thorough spoonful stir. It would do much to keep the man at ease with the current predicament he was in. In a time of war, a cup of tea still reminded him of before all of this happened. The gentlemanliness, the civility of it all. And perhaps at the same time as a rewind of the past was the time machine to the future. If he could live to the end of this, he would still get to enjoy a tasty cup of quality herbal tea, more than he could afford at this moment. 

Michael silently sipped on his small cup, one of his hands hovering the plate slightly below the cup. The flavor immediately melted his senses. It was a delightful taste. The mild sweetness of the sugar touched upon his feelings like a soft caress of a mother's hand on her child, the milk poured so delicately precise it was like a kiss, while the smoke from the cup reminded him that the world was not as cold as he had imagined and experienced. He wondered when he would be able to receive another treatment like this again. After the war, of course, but when would that come to pass? Humanity had normalized themselves too much for this horrid activity. What would be so much better than just stabbing and shooting other people? A cup of tea, shared with your adversaries sitting right in front of you, and a dialogue that does not involve threatening people for their beliefs and values, or for personal advancement. All of it sounded fantasy. An unachievable utopia for a naïve and foolish child. But hey, on the other hand, to call it impossible would be using a fool's dictionary. The doors weren't entirely closed...

His contemplation did not cease with Diana's morning, or rather afternoon, greetings. But even though he was still wandering in his own thoughts, he still found himself replying to her, not simply just for politeness. 

[color=bf00ff]"I'm good today. How about you? You look tired."[/color] 

He didn't know what happened the day before, and probably he should not. Just let his mind wander into his own thoughts, speculation, reflection...and ambition. But he was snapped back to reality soon enough with Diana's mutter, perhaps unbeknownst to her that Michael was right there to hear her shaking words. And he wasn't the only one who got worried.

[color=bf00ff]"Do you mind us accompanying you with your problems?"[/color]

He'd want to help, but she'd have to let him though.
[@Landaus Five-One]