Wilderness Survival
"I like to keep busy. Gives you something else to think about." Even now that the triggers were gone - or at least, the ones he knew about seemed to be - his mind wasn't really back to the way it was before he had them. Sometimes things were just too loud, and too bright, and too much. Couldn't focus on the things that he wanted to think about, and his mind got trapped in thoughts he didn't want to have. Intensive physical tasks usually helped clear his head enough to cut through the din. And then there were certain familiar tasks that would make his mind go blank in a way that he knew was too dangerous to play with, even if there were times he missed the clarity of being no one. He tried not to think about that too much.
He'd nod in thanks as he accepted the cup, taking a sip of the coffee. It was black, which was how he took it, and if it wasn't any good, he wasn't really the sort of person who'd be able to tell the difference.