[Heather's sort of in the corner-- the Centers are pretty well-equipped and she's heating up some kettle she dug out of a closet somewhere on a little stove. And looking sort of pissy while she does it. But she looks up at the telltale whirring sound of the Center doors opening.]
[... Oh. Oh hey. It's that ... crying kid. Her first internal reaction is '.... dammit'. Because... well. She has no clue how to deal with somebody so whiny. For all she knows, he might well have a legit reason to be, but Heather's one of those 'Can't take the heat? Get out of the kitchen!' people. Whining is only acceptable for so long before you have to man up and deal with things.]
... Hey.
[Offers of tea would be made when she was sure he wasn't going to explode into despair or something.]
no subject
[... Oh. Oh hey. It's that ... crying kid. Her first internal reaction is '.... dammit'. Because... well. She has no clue how to deal with somebody so whiny. For all she knows, he might well have a legit reason to be, but Heather's one of those 'Can't take the heat? Get out of the kitchen!' people. Whining is only acceptable for so long before you have to man up and deal with things.]
... Hey.
[Offers of tea would be made when she was sure he wasn't going to explode into despair or something.]