"No, I'll-" He goes to set it down, stops. Empties it down his throat and then sets it down. "Thanks for the coffee, little brother, and tryin' your best. I'll see ya later."
He had tried. He'd left his cabin, he had come out for quality conversation. That counted, right? He just couldn't do human anymore.
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He had tried. He'd left his cabin, he had come out for quality conversation. That counted, right? He just couldn't do human anymore.