It makes no difference to him, except inasmuch as it was once something to tease her about; it especially makes no difference when he's planning on drinking his coffee black.
He comes over to pick up one of the mugs, leaning back against the counter as he takes a sip. There's a slight awkwardness to it - not to any particular gesture, but in the fact that he's back to keeping a little distance between them. However appreciative her gaze when he strides into the room, he doesn't let himself kiss her good morning.
(He wants to - truthfully, he wants to push her up against the counter and give her more than just a kiss in greeting. But it doesn't translate to more than idle desire right now.)
"How'd you sleep?" he asks, for the sake of making conversation, his gaze following her wherever she moves.
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He comes over to pick up one of the mugs, leaning back against the counter as he takes a sip. There's a slight awkwardness to it - not to any particular gesture, but in the fact that he's back to keeping a little distance between them. However appreciative her gaze when he strides into the room, he doesn't let himself kiss her good morning.
(He wants to - truthfully, he wants to push her up against the counter and give her more than just a kiss in greeting. But it doesn't translate to more than idle desire right now.)
"How'd you sleep?" he asks, for the sake of making conversation, his gaze following her wherever she moves.