[ It seems they're both feeling a little more at ease now that they're inside, or at least, Sam is. He rolls his shoulders a little, enjoying the warmth that seeps into his limbs, chasing away the slight chill from their walk.

He follows TJ to the table, seating himself after shrugging his jacket off to drape it over the back of his chair. ]

I like mine sweet and milky, but I can stand it black and lethal in a pinch.

[ Like those moments where he can't indulge himself and has to wake up ASAP. Luckily, those kinds of days have been far and few lately. ]

It's a skill I picked up while in the air force.

[ He nodded to the counter. ] Let me go grab us a couple of mugs and see if I can't wrangle us a free refill or two, okay?