He smiled as he felt the tension ease out of Sam, and started to slowly walk back to the table where the coffee was. "It is weird, yeah. There's no point in denying that. But it's got a lot going for it despite the fact that it's seriously fucked-up. I mean, my dad died when I was five, but he's here. He arrived a couple of months after I did."
"How do you take your coffee?" he asked as he lifted another paper cup from the pile, and waited for Sam's reply.