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This is Rosita. I'll hit you back when I can.

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Another nod. Acceptance of that fact comes easily.

"Does he ask anything of you?"

"To try."

The coffee is cool enough now to drink more quickly now, and she does, half of what's left in a mouthful.

"To not just give up and be dead."

"That's a very big ask."

It was something that B had asked of him, too, once upon a time. It had felt insurmountable then.

"Yeah, it is."

She doesn't really want to finish the coffee now, but it isn't in her to waste something she accepted. Not anymore.

"So could you just - tell him I had a fucking conversation with you. Over coffee, even. And I want to go back to my room now."

"Of course," he assures her. "Thank you for coming over." He almost - almost - leaves it at that, but he's enjoyed the evening, as troublesome as it was to start.

"If I ask you for your company again, as a friend, for coffee, would you accept?"

She doesn't want friends. She doesn't want a warden. She doesn't want to be anyone's company.

But she promised. She sighs, and rubs the bridge of her nose again.

"Yeah, whatever."

"I look forward to it." The admission is enough. He will offer, of course, but that doesn't mean he will do so right away.

"Good evening."

She finishes the coffee, and sets the mug back down.

"Thank you for the coffee. Good luck."

He's giving her the out, and she's not too proud to take it.