[Day 12, afternoon: Will]

[purrtagonist]

['sup, Will. you, too, are treated to the sight of an injured kid wheeling himself through the hallways with a coffee maker in his lap]

. . . Graham.

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[theyregooddogs]

So, two shreds, then.

Not that many others here deserve it, but I don't actually enjoy the instant coffee.

[purrtagonist]

Nobody actually enjoys instant coffee.

[said blandly]

[theyregooddogs]

Yet you're stealing the coffee machine.

[purrtagonist]

My false associations of comfort. Remember?

[theyregooddogs]

[hmmmmmmph]

Fine.

[purrtagonist]

[a snort]

If you want me to make you some, I will.

[theyregooddogs]

I want to make my own coffee, actually.

[purrtagonist]

. . .

[glances down at the coffee maker in his lap tho :(]

I'll let you borrow it.

[theyregooddogs]

. . . Deal.

[purrtagonist]

[holds the coffee maker out to Will]

I expect you to return it promptly when you're finished.

[theyregooddogs]

It can wait until morning.

[purrtagonist]

. . . all right.

You know where to find me.

[theyregooddogs]

I have a general idea.

[glancing at the wheelchair]

And it's time to check on Baxter.

[purrtagonist]

Mmm. Give him my regards? He's a good dog.

[theyregooddogs]

Best one here.

[and going to shuffle off with a sigh]

[purrtagonist]

Only one here.

[. . . gives him a tired little wave as he goes]