"Yeah. Want tea?" He has a stash of tea for Jack, part of it he put together just from paying attention to what Jack likes; the other part is from Jack bringing over his own stuff and leaving it. So much of his apartment has touches of Jack all over it; Poison hadn't noticed how intertwined their lives had become until being jarred.
He heads into the kitchen. He wants coffee, either way.
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Date: 2016-07-31 04:17 pm (UTC)He heads into the kitchen. He wants coffee, either way.