I give him a pointed look when he merely glances at the coffee. I will allow him to get away with that for the moment. But just for the moment.

I toy with the lock seed in my pocket for a moment, taking another few sips of my coffee, letting the quiet ease between us.

"Ryouma," I nudge the coffee closer to him, bumping his hand with it. "There's no sense in you becoming needlessly worn out and making a mistake at some critical point in the new driver's construction."