"Great. Thanks." Alex let out a sigh of relief when Zee was on board with the Irish coffee. She wasn't too big of a drinker most days, but when she did, she tended to combine the two things she loved and that was whiskey and coffee. There was no way she was going to say it made her feel better because after a couple of those, she felt like her ass had been kicked all the way across town, twice, but it felt better than when she had started drinking.
Sitting in the living room, Alex carefully swung the backpack off her shoulders to sit it on the couch. When she looked away from it towards the kitchen where Zee was putting together the drinks, she absently reached out to pull the bag closer. By the time she realised what she was doing, it was pressed right up to her hip. Shifting awkwardly, she pushed it away a little, just in time for Zee to come back into the living room.
Alex took the mug graciously with a smile on her face, taking a sip before answering. "Thanks," she started with. "Really. On top of this crime wave, I wake up to find this thing sitting on my desk. And there's something odd about it. About what it does to my head." She kept both hands on the mug, focusing on the heat radiating out of it, but her hands still itched to move the back closer again. "It's like I can't be without it now."