For a few peaceful minutes, Lucas delights in demolishing the delicious delicatessen delivery.
As Jonathan reaches for his coffee cup to gauge if it’s cool enough for a sane person to drink, he ends up cutting himself off with a yawn, earning a side-eye from Lucas.
“Hey, ya barely got any sleep, yeah? Instead of havin’ caffeine, shouldn’t ya go take a nap?” Upon Lucas’s question, Jonathan pauses, looking down at the contents of his mug with an obvious longing.
“I’ll make ya a fresh one in like half an hour; I’m sure 427 can figure out howta use whatever newfangled machine ya got,” Lucas continues, his eyes also fixed on the beverage.
[…I suppose I appreciate your vote of confidence.]
Jonathan’s gaze lingers on the coveted coffee for a moment before he sets it back on the table. As soon as he lets go of it, Lucas lays his claim upon it.
“Um, o-okay, yeah. I just, um, sh-should take a shower first,” Jonathan stammers as he stands.