"Yeah, here," Felix grunted shortly, obviously holding his breath as he lifted his foot off the ground like that would somehow help the pain, and pivoted to reach the hand with bunny food out of the closet. When Lennon took it, he immediately went for the mug to check it for damage, clearly indicating where his priorities lay. No mug, no coffee. He supposed that he could steal a mug from the lodge, but it wasn't the same. This was a gift, even if he didn't actually give much of a shit about that, but it was his, dammit. He'd brought it specifically from the house, and like hell was he going to lose it before he got the change to use it for the very first fucking cup of coffee he could get in his room.
Well, that hadn't come from the magic closet. God, he missed that thing.
"It's okay," he announced victoriously, though he was pretty sure that wasn't what Lennon had meant when he was concerned about something being broken. And his foot did hurt. Still, that wasn't gonna fucking stop him. With his mug in one hand, and the k-cup in the other, he limped his way to the keurig machine, only to remember he actually needed water, and washing the mug out was probably a good idea. He should have thought about doing that when he'd cleaned the machine that morning, but too late now.
"Be right back," he told Lennon, hobbling quickly to the door with his mug like a champ then crossing the hall to the bathroom to fill it, leaving both doors open. "Still totally fucking worth it," he called over the sound of the sink.