[He flashes Kakyoin an "I see you and get you and definitely am in no place to judge you" kind of smile, then pushes his chair back and crosses over to step behind the counter. It's probably telling that in the time since he's arrived, he's somehow acquired permission to go literally anywhere in here that he wants to, whether or not someone else is supervising or not.]

[Confidence. Sometimes it's genetic.]

[It's only while he's pouring a (very large) cup of (very hot) black coffee that he realizes he never actually argued against the purpose of this visit - to make sure he's all right. That distracts him for long enough that he fills it almost too full and has to be cautious crossing back to the table, although his balance is naturally as good as a Victorian schoolgirl's.]

I told him to give something to you a while ago. I don't know if he ever did. Nothing as good as that, of course, but that's as it should be.

[Boyfriends are supposed to give the best presents.]