Abby was probably the only person that would get away with spilling his coffee. Even if she had. Though with her thick boots, he had ample warning for what was coming. Shifting the foam cup out of the way, not really having time to place it down, once her arms wrapped around him, his followed suit. His free hand dropping to rub over her back.
"Don't plan too." Two coma's had been enough in his life time, the third had just been ridicules. He pressed a little kiss to her temple. He didn't like the idea of worrying her. He didn't like spending so much time laying in bed either. Not when there was work to be done.