[It looks like this, and it's not squeaky clean or anything, but it's not in total disarray, either. He ducks through that open doorway to grab two mugs and pour them some coffee:]
You put anything in yours?
[and goes and adds sugar and milk to his because blegh, black coffee. The smell's already waking him up some, though. He's starting to feel like a really tired guy who nonetheless lives in the real world and has coffee with his real friends who are in real trouble.]
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You put anything in yours?
[and goes and adds sugar and milk to his because blegh, black coffee. The smell's already waking him up some, though. He's starting to feel like a really tired guy who nonetheless lives in the real world and has coffee with his real friends who are in real trouble.]
. . . Thanks for comin' over.