Caffeine was generally what got Gally going in the morning -- his sleep schedule was always wonky, had been ever since the Glade -- but the coffee machine had exploded the day before and he was pretty sure that was Wade's fault. He also had a feeling that entire case of energy drinks he'd bought going missing was Wade's fault, but he wasn't going anywhere near that one.
Therefore? Starbucks, and entirely too much espresso added in. One of the baristas had taken pity on him, the scary redhead, which meant he didn't have to say anything other than "Wade" before she was handing his drink over with at least two shots he hadn't asked for.
He'd been lost in his thoughts, though, which was why he didn't hear the man approach. "Hm? No, go ahead," he said, nodding towards the empty space across from him.