[He's interrupted by the coffee being nudged in his direction, and though he feels a flash of irritation (because he's trying to tell him something important, damn it), he still picks up the cup and takes a sip.
It's... sweeter than he expected. He's not used to it; his coffee is usually plain and strong. But he likes it, partly because it's novel.]
Thanks. [It's almost muttered, an automatic nicety he doesn't think twice about.]
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It's... sweeter than he expected. He's not used to it; his coffee is usually plain and strong. But he likes it, partly because it's novel.]
Thanks. [It's almost muttered, an automatic nicety he doesn't think twice about.]