Aiden raised an eyebrow at the man’s last statement but then he laughed. The air between them had been so tense when the young man told his story and now to say such a daft thing it just calmed everything between them. “I wasn’t about to.” He said, and then realized he’d not even touched the cup since the young man had set it before him. “I’m sorry, I haven’t even tried it – have I?”
He set his notepad down beside him, reaching out to grab hold of the cup, put his fingers slipped on the handle as he picked it up, and the whole hot cup of tea came splashing down in his lap and over his note pad. “Oh fuck!” He jumped up; glad that he had let it rest or he would have ended up scolding himself with boiling water. Grabbing his note pad he began desperately try and dry it out, unfazed for the moment about his water logged trousers.