A Look Into Harsh Words

On a rainy night, they arrived on separate trains from desperate places. Things were not well. They entered the stations waiting room, an unkempt, smoky, and vandalized holding tank for those with nowhere else to go. As they began arguing over bad coffee, two grizzled, dirty people, stranded there for a while stared, eyes bloodshot. Seeing their future, they eloquently conversed and resolved their differences. As the sky cleared, they departed on the same train.
Things were well.