"Lattes are good. They don't make those here, oddly enough." Jasper accepted the cup, nodding slowly as she spoke. Going home was becoming more viable with every day. He couldn't wait.
"I... was close to the couch that exploded," he said. "Not that I... remember much about it, beyond the pain and... screaming..." Jasper held the latte close to his lips, savoring the scent of hot milk and espresso. "I still have a cast on the lower part of my left leg, but I've been practicing with crutches... And the machines are monitoring my brain patterns... I think... Just to be certain..."
He paused and retraced back to her question. "Sorry, I hope it won't be much longer. I'm doing well, apparently, for someone who was injured as I was... Out of the coma and the... tube is out of my throat... and I'm mostly coherent..."