they were not pitch black , but very dark . he did n't look in the least bit welcoming . part of me felt bad for him . another drawn-out pause was more than she could take . i should have moved my leg but i did n't . he opened a cabinet door and pulled down a blue or black mug with a golden seal of some sort on it . it was a wonder he 'd made it back here at all . he shrugged off the slight pain against his flesh . not after everything he 's shared with me tonight . 