[ Cooper beams. He is used to contradictions, and this particular one, he doesn't mind.
With a spring that hardly belies the long hours they've spent in the car, he gets out, striding up to the door of the diner and holding it open for her. It's a small place, but nice enough, with checkered cloths over the tables and matching salt and pepper shakers at each little station. (Feels warm. Feels like home.) He waits for Martha to pick a place to sit before following her, shrugging off the FBI windbreaker he's been wearing and folding it up as he hails the waitress. ]
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With a spring that hardly belies the long hours they've spent in the car, he gets out, striding up to the door of the diner and holding it open for her. It's a small place, but nice enough, with checkered cloths over the tables and matching salt and pepper shakers at each little station. (Feels warm. Feels like home.) He waits for Martha to pick a place to sit before following her, shrugging off the FBI windbreaker he's been wearing and folding it up as he hails the waitress. ]