[Seeing Ada so empty feels like the past ten or so years all over again. Gil has not yet recovered, or said very much, even if he also felt a strange desire to bake. This isn't the time. Yet doing something on autopilot, even if it's baking, is better than standing still.
Right now, Gil isn't in the kitchen to bake. He's there because despite how much he's drowning from his own grief, he's more worried about Ada. She's like Oz in that she tries keeping her pain to herself behind a smile or kind actions, and he can't stand to lose her too. He needs to do something.]
Miss Ada.
[He quietly interrupts her, moving closer to her and hesitating, before finally reaching out to put his hand on her shoulder. In normal circumstances, his own shyness and desire to be polite would stop him, but he needs this and suspects she may as well.]
Please, go rest for a moment. I can keep an eye on the kitchen for now.
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Right now, Gil isn't in the kitchen to bake. He's there because despite how much he's drowning from his own grief, he's more worried about Ada. She's like Oz in that she tries keeping her pain to herself behind a smile or kind actions, and he can't stand to lose her too. He needs to do something.]
Miss Ada.
[He quietly interrupts her, moving closer to her and hesitating, before finally reaching out to put his hand on her shoulder. In normal circumstances, his own shyness and desire to be polite would stop him, but he needs this and suspects she may as well.]
Please, go rest for a moment. I can keep an eye on the kitchen for now.