The right amount of cream and sugar in his case was lots. And it was good coffee. Not that Alistair noticed. He was much, much too distracted. It's been a lot easier to convince himself he needed to face the problem when he hadn't been...facing the problem. "It's fine," he repeated. "I'm...not good at this either. You already know that."
If only Varric were here. Especially in a dress, as he'd threatened. That would have made things...okay, not easier, just more distracting. But funny.
Alistair set his coffee down on the table. "Look, there's something I really, really need to tell you."