[ It’s hesitant, when he takes it. More hesitant than it should be, but less than if he were taking it from a complete stranger. Bree isn’t a complete stranger. That’s a starting point, at least. ]
[She’s glad he took it. That would have been extremely awkward if he hadn’t. She wrapped her fingers around her own mug, sipping a bit.]
A little while after. I stopped looking at the clock.
[ He eyes it for a long, stupid moment - because there’s a rule of thumb around here and it’s that you don’t take food from anyone, not even your fellow agents or the men - or women - on your team. ]
[She nods, holding out the mug, offering it to him, a gesture of goodwill. Might as well? Couldn’t hurt? She really didn’t have a good reason.]
I don’t drink it caffeinated after midnight.
[ He turns. Half angry, half just tired. ]
What d’you want?
[Holds out two mugs of coffee.]
Made too much. Want to share?
I am considering letting Bree die. I’ve tried all I can to regain my muse and she’s definitely there, but now, every time I log in here, I get little to no interaction and I feel lower than low.
I think it might be time to let her die. We’ll see.