[Jaime keeps it around for emergencies, mostly. He's not a big coffee guy, and when he does drink it, it's thoroughly watered down with cream and sugar, or else he just chokes it down for a caffeine rush before work or patrol. Nevertheless, he's got it in the house for guests.
Jaime brings back the mug of coffee and whatever Tadashi asked to have with it and hands it over, eyes flicking over to where the TV is still playing that documentary he had playing in the background (there's a book he'd been reading on the coffee table, splayed with a broken spine, because Jaime's a plebe who forgets to use bookmarks), but he doesn't comment on it yet, just settles down beside Tadashi.]
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[Jaime keeps it around for emergencies, mostly. He's not a big coffee guy, and when he does drink it, it's thoroughly watered down with cream and sugar, or else he just chokes it down for a caffeine rush before work or patrol. Nevertheless, he's got it in the house for guests.
Jaime brings back the mug of coffee and whatever Tadashi asked to have with it and hands it over, eyes flicking over to where the TV is still playing that documentary he had playing in the background (there's a book he'd been reading on the coffee table, splayed with a broken spine, because Jaime's a plebe who forgets to use bookmarks), but he doesn't comment on it yet, just settles down beside Tadashi.]