[His voice carries from the kitchen just fine while he putters. It's his way of calming himself, of trying not to read into the strange tension or contribute to it with his endless pushing.
Sounds of water and the kettle carry faintly into the shop, the clack of china and spoons.]
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[His voice carries from the kitchen just fine while he putters. It's his way of calming himself, of trying not to read into the strange tension or contribute to it with his endless pushing.
Sounds of water and the kettle carry faintly into the shop, the clack of china and spoons.]