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“Bad day, Master Richard?”
“The worst,” Dick said, putting his head down on the table and not elaborating. All he needed right now was the smell of this room—the kitchen—the comfort and memories that came with being here. He didn't want to think about anything else right now.
He heard ceramic meet wood and looked over to see a plate full of cookies next to his elbow. A glass of milk appeared in front of him. He managed a smile. “Alfred, you are the best ever.”
Alfred smiled with amusement. “I know, but it does please me to hear you say so.”
“Sit with me? It's not fair if I eat them all,” Dick said, and Alfred picked up his tea cup, joining Dick at the table and securing a cookie for himself.
Dick waited until Alfred had bitten into it before he took one of his own. “I missed this.”
“As did I, sir, as did I.”