It took him reading the sentence for the fifth time to realize that he wasn't awake enough yet. He couldn't even say what the article was about, except that it had to do something with the city of Lawrence and involved a museum. By then, the sound of the carafe filling with freshly brewed coffee had come to his attention and the smell wasn't far behind. Pushing the paper away, he ran his hands over his face and through his hair, giving it another minute before he stood.
Finding the mugs in an unfamiliar kitchen took longer than he'd expected, finally locating the cupboard they were in. He stifled another yawn and returned to the coffee maker, pouring a cup. No sugar, no cream, just straight up black coffee. It was the best thing he'd tasted in a while. A noise at the doorway caught his attention and Connor opened his eyes just in time to see someone come tumbling into the kitchen.
The corner of his mouth quirked up, the attempt to hide his amusement at the graceless entrance short lived. "Mornin'," he said after stifling a laugh. "That doorway's a tricky one."