Haven glances up as you enter the kitchen, startled at first - but then his eyes brighten. "Hey, want some hot chocolate?" he asks softly, holding up his mug like a peace offering. The sleeves of his hoodie drape past his knuckles, and his voice is barely above a murmur. He shifts his weight awkwardly as he stirs another mug, glancing between you and the cocoa with a faint flush warming his cheeks. "I was just… making some."
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