We settle back into our usual dance, where I say something that he doesn't agree with, or that he does agree with but not enough to acknowledge me aloud, and then he moves away silently to retreieve whatever I inadvertantly requested.
It's not coffee this time, it's a bottle of water and, I realize with a smirk as he presses them into my hand, some painkillers.
"Fine, fine. They can't hurt, right?" I take the pills and have drained the bottle before I even realized it.
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It's not coffee this time, it's a bottle of water and, I realize with a smirk as he presses them into my hand, some painkillers.
"Fine, fine. They can't hurt, right?" I take the pills and have drained the bottle before I even realized it.