"I assume it's the same as sneaking vegetables into a picky child's dinner. Sneaky but necessary," he chuckled, once again crossing his arms loosely. He rarely envied those who wore pants, but oh how he dreamt of four whole pockets. He had a collection of cardigans with pockets, but you could only do so much with those. He could stash keys and perhaps chapstick, but it looked awkward if he slithered around with his hands in cardigan pockets. Fortunately, the mention of tea brought him out of the strangely specific line of thought.
"I would love tea, thank you. The day I refuse tea is the day they revoke my accent and my medical license. They were very, very specific about that." Garrett was a man prone to chuckling at his own jokes and today was no different. A faint blush settled on his cheeks when he realized how painfully nerdy it all seemed. That didn't trump Hector's own nerdiness, it seemed.
"I've never read the books, no. But if I do start reading them than I'm coming to you with all my questions, fair warning." He leaned against a desk and watched Hector go about getting the mugs and tea going. In that moment he realized just how badly he wanted to touch Hector - nothing inappropriate, not at all. A hand on his forearm or brush of the cheek. Growing up, physical affection had been a mystery to the man since he was never afforded any. It made being physically intimate to any degree difficult. In the throes of an emotional moment he could give a damn good hug, but those were different circumstances. He was getting lost again. He cocked his head to the side and smiled. "Blue? What does blue mean?"