He takes the offered mug and smiles, glad for something that will take away the chill that seems to have settled in his bones.
"Thank you, Carol, for everything. I'm not sure where I'd be if you hadn't picked up." he says.
"So...how did my stuff end up at the airfield? Did Jim not ask about any of that stuff, either?" he asks.
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