Warren looked back, unsure what to make of the situation but sure it was intentional.
"You need it as much as I do," he offered quietly, his eyes reaching the collar at her neck. He offered the mug, still mostly full of piping hot soup.
He looked at her with a sympathetic gaze. If he was being forced into this, he would do his part at least.
"You need it as much as I do," he offered quietly, his eyes reaching the collar at her neck. He offered the mug, still mostly full of piping hot soup.
He looked at her with a sympathetic gaze. If he was being forced into this, he would do his part at least.