[At some point while Connor is nursing his drink, a few weak, thready coughs crop up behind him from someone else entirely. Followed by a scratchy voice that might be at least somewhat familiar to him.]
Hey.
[Then his former neighbor slides into a nearby seat, holding his own cup - with no apparent plans to drink it yet, given the mask secured tightly around his nose and mouth. There's no obvious flowers blooming from the exposed portions of his skin, but he's paler than usual, listing just a bit to the left.]
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Hey.
[Then his former neighbor slides into a nearby seat, holding his own cup - with no apparent plans to drink it yet, given the mask secured tightly around his nose and mouth. There's no obvious flowers blooming from the exposed portions of his skin, but he's paler than usual, listing just a bit to the left.]
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