"Do you always make enemies so quickly?" was the second thing that came out of his mouth, fueled less by any real sincerity but rather a desire to show how exasperated the ordeal had made him. He didn't like running except for exercise, and he much less enjoying running from someone, a circumstance their last two encounters had been entirely devoid of. But he leaned back against the cool brick and took a breath, trying to wrap his mind around everything while simultaneously trying to slow his mind (a noble endeavor, however unsuccessful) and eventually he concluded that there was no use in bickering about it. Clearly the men didn't like her and thought she'd wronged them, and clearly they saw him as an enabler of sorts, and so... here they were.

"We're—" He looked to the streets, pausing before continuing his sentence. He couldn't very well tell her the reality, but he'd gotten so accustomed to just talking with her that it nearly slipped right out. "The tea shop. It's the first place I thought of."

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