Kalen does not so much directly offer offer Sid and Trey tea as he sets a mug for each of them and the tea selection on the kitchen table. Sid knows where it is, but Trey does not. Trey gets a half-smile and a vague wave at the mug and the tea, but apparently introductions are an after tea thing for Kalen today. If Trey puts a tea bag or tea leaves into a mug, Kalen will fill it with water when he fills two mugs to brew green tea.
He leaves his mug of green tea brewing and takes one upstairs. But there is no one there to give it to, so he comes back down rather quickly and sets that mug aside. Perhaps Ian will come back before it cools. Perhaps not. It's not something that concerns him for now so much as that he's standing in a kitchen with someone he cannot predict that he knows and someone he cannot predict that he's never met.
He picks up the mug he left behind, not that the tea in his is any different from the tea in the other mug. It is summer, plenty warm, but he lets his hands curl around it anyway. In another world he wrapped Pan's hands around a mug of tea the man kept forgetting was in front of him at the table here. Had flung himself at Pan and let himself be held until he stopped shaking at the counter only a few feet from where he is leaning into the counter now. Had made hot chocolate during a snowstorm.
Kalen glances from Trey to Sid (if she hasn't already left the kitchen) and back again. Between the kitchen as it is now and memories of the kitchen as it has been, he is more than ready to be somewhere else. At least five minutes ago.
And so, gently if not warmly, he asks Trey, "You wouldn't happen to have seen a double-headed ouroboros anywhere, would you?" Because all children know what that is. He sighs, shifts his mug to one hand, and trails a lazy, circular pattern through the air with his freed hand. "Two snakes biting their tails?"
He leaves his mug of green tea brewing and takes one upstairs. But there is no one there to give it to, so he comes back down rather quickly and sets that mug aside. Perhaps Ian will come back before it cools. Perhaps not. It's not something that concerns him for now so much as that he's standing in a kitchen with someone he cannot predict that he knows and someone he cannot predict that he's never met.
He picks up the mug he left behind, not that the tea in his is any different from the tea in the other mug. It is summer, plenty warm, but he lets his hands curl around it anyway. In another world he wrapped Pan's hands around a mug of tea the man kept forgetting was in front of him at the table here. Had flung himself at Pan and let himself be held until he stopped shaking at the counter only a few feet from where he is leaning into the counter now. Had made hot chocolate during a snowstorm.
Kalen glances from Trey to Sid (if she hasn't already left the kitchen) and back again. Between the kitchen as it is now and memories of the kitchen as it has been, he is more than ready to be somewhere else. At least five minutes ago.
And so, gently if not warmly, he asks Trey, "You wouldn't happen to have seen a double-headed ouroboros anywhere, would you?" Because all children know what that is. He sighs, shifts his mug to one hand, and trails a lazy, circular pattern through the air with his freed hand. "Two snakes biting their tails?"