Of course, mid-breakdown Alastair didn't hear anybody or anything but the ringing in his ears and sound of his fists on the dummy. When he was down on the floor, he finally heard Rook slurping loudly on his coffee. He turned his head, unable to hide the expression on his face. It wasn't annoyance, but rather one of apathy. Or maybe he couldn't figure out what to feel anymore. So Alastair sized Rook up, standing in the doorway before getting to his feet and accepting the thermos without a word.
He didn't drink, but cradled the warm container in his hands, not really trusting himself to speak right then. He didn't want his voice to waver or appear weak, but he wasn't sure why. He didn't care about Rook's opinion, so why did it matter. He eventually opened the lid and took a drink, fighting the urge to wince at how strong the coffee was. Trust him not to put any creamer in coffee.
"Thanks," he said, his voice sounding raw to his ears. "Did I wake you up?"