He's literally trying not to smile too hard, because he knows it will just make her madder. But like, she's adorable. This whole situation is amusing as hell. Their waitress gets a little wave and a nod in thanks as he starts shaking sugar packets and dumping cream in his coffee to cool it down, one knee bouncing up and down under the table. Not nervously, he's literally just... chillin'. Sorry. He's not a morning person, but he is up and ready to talk or not talk about whatever there is to talk or not talk about!!!

"It is, actually." That's all he'd been trying to say. But he's also not upset about... any of this. Still super amused, he takes a first sip and leans back. Yeah, that's good. Or kind of mediocre, really, but he needed it even if coffee isn't his usual thing. The caffeine will help his head. "We're not... sleeping together." Wait. "Are we?"

Is that what they...? He tips his head, sliding his coffee away from himself and looking at her face. She's still grumpy, but that's not what strikes him.

"You texted me and asked me to come over, yeah? I did. So, just... tell me how you expected that to go, I guess. You thought us having sex would be any less complicated than us not having sex?" Because he seriously doesn't think so, personally. He takes another sip and makes another face, then laughs. "I don't know why I ordered this, I really don't like coffee."