His smile turned crooked, as it often seemed it would in times like these. He sat down at the table and stared into the darkness of the coffee. Straight, with no milk or sugar, or even cream. It was a bitter taste, much like how he felt then. Bitter at himself. Bitter at not feeling anything.
"It's hard to keep track sometimes. Especially when it can last for as little as a few days, or as long as six months," he murmured, then turned his eyes back to her. "Have you ever loved anyone? I don't mean me, I mean, anyone, or anything. A pet perhaps, an animal that you care for and they keep you company in turn. I'm only asking out of curiosity."