Somewhere caught in the middle of silence, one single thought blocked everything else that tried to shine through the foggy desire of sleep. Pizza. Cravings weren't unusual, so he'd learned. But he wanted the one that came with the crust stuffed with cheese and the pepperoni and peppers and salami ... For a moment, his eyes went wide and then they shut again. Blindly, his fingers felt for the cup, only to pick it up and bring it to his lips. And now the coffee was far too sweet.
A chuckle that ended in a snort as his taste buds tried to get used to the change. "Go on. I'll cover for you," he tried again, but he knew it would be in vain. Damn Ashleys.