"Black, with like...a smidge of sugar, please and thank you." Charon let out a long sigh as he folded himself onto the couch. "Nothing too fancy, you know how I am."
He managed a smile as she came back in, accepting his mug with quiet thanks. "They seemed very you." He took a long sip as he digested the question. "It's very new," he said, after a moment. "It started the first day of the year, and ever since then, it's like...there are a half dozen movies running in my head simultaneously. But you have no idea if it's the beginning, middle, or end, and they come and go seemingly at random. And yes. It does hurt. Not all of them, and not all the time, but some of the more unpleasant bits bring pain or emotional spikes."