West coughed up his tea when the hot, mellow taste of ginger and chamomile stung his tongue. He lifted his gaze, turning a shade of tomato when he noticed them all staring at him.
"I-it's...err, hot. It's hot." He raised his cup, smiling awkwardly up at the woman who slayed the vampires. "Thank you… I guess."
"Pardon the witch. He is still in a state of shock," Eve said in his place.
The slayer's eyes twinkled. "No matter. At least he's got manners."
To say that he was shocked would be an understatement. There was so much more to it than just that. And as more emotions flooded him, the more complicated everything became-- the ability to comprehend with it lost through the waves.
He wanted an explanation from Eve. He told her that they would talk, as they needed to somehow meet in the middle. He wanted to understand her.
But how do you understand someone who didn't want to be understood?
