[Cliff wouldn't have cared if they sat on the floor. Just the notion of having hot food with someone he cared about and being alive was enough for him at the moment. Visual problems aside, he couldn't think of too many feelings that were better.

The only thing that would top this would be seeing Fayt.]

Nah, [he said, carefully pulling out one of the stools,] I think I wanna surprise him. It might work better that way, actually.

...He'll have less time to worry over it, not that he isn't already. Man, I hope that guy's taking care of himself.