"I'll need most of it, yeah," Dan replied, cigarette now held in his free hand as he drank some of the coffee. "Have you... that's good, have you had some? I don't want to drink it all on you," he said, and rubbed at his eye with the heel of his hand. Then he finished the rest of the coffee and used the mug for an ashtray, having already forgotten what Jack had told him to use.
"Better than Cracker Barrel, huh?" Maybe he could get Jack to wait a while until the thought of food didn't make him want to hurl or hide under the covers... yeah. Might be nice.