Rey pillowed her head on her folded arms, her face hidden from view, and Ben's hands tightened into fists, his jaw working anxiously. He wanted to reach out and touch her, to remind himself that she was real. He wanted to hurl something across the room, just to shatter the silence settled heavy between them.

Drawing in a breath, he reached for the small container of creamer cups and slid it towards her. "Try this," he muttered, with a vague gesture to her coffee cup.

He sipped his own coffee. Black.