[ he opens his mouth to say he can make raleigh tea or something before he realizes he's doing that thing again and just opens the fridge to grab the milk. it has a noticeable greenish tinge. honestly, he's used to people staring at him, but this feels different somehow. like recognition he can't reciprocate, but wishes he could. he hates to be on the other side of this equation so when the question comes he has to duck his head over his task, immediately feeling for the other man. ]
Sorry. [ it's deep and heartfelt as he pours a light mixture of milk and coffee before posing: ] Sugar?
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Sorry. [ it's deep and heartfelt as he pours a light mixture of milk and coffee before posing: ] Sugar?