Oh. Is that not ... ? Hm. [ Expression going slack as he re-squints (less hastily) at the rumpled duvet of the huge bed (no Percy there nopenopenope), he shifts his weight from one bootheel to another.
Then holds out the tray of hot steaming drinks, thrusting it at Nico, his voice softer. ]
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Then holds out the tray of hot steaming drinks, thrusting it at Nico, his voice softer. ]
Your coffee.