[Rean takes that order with a single nod.]

Consider it done. Take a seat, I'm not going to be gone that long.

[He goes up to the counter to place the order, and true to his word, he's back in a minute or two and placing a steaming mug in front of Crow.]

One black coffee.

[And right back into his own seat from there. He's quiet for a second, pulling out his own phone to swipe around idly, but then speaks up without looking up.]

I know I didn't have to. I wanted to. There's a difference.