Go for it. As we've already established, this coffee's the size of my goddamn face.
[ There was no chance he was finishing it, really. Its likely fate was getting cold and then thrown away. So he reaches over for the paper cup and holds it out blindly to her; when Daisy takes it from him, his gloved fingers brush hers and he feels that stupid lurch in his stomach again.
Again: it's been a while. Since the last time his hands were used for anything except a clenched fist. ]
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[ There was no chance he was finishing it, really. Its likely fate was getting cold and then thrown away. So he reaches over for the paper cup and holds it out blindly to her; when Daisy takes it from him, his gloved fingers brush hers and he feels that stupid lurch in his stomach again.
Again: it's been a while. Since the last time his hands were used for anything except a clenched fist. ]