Across the room, Theo had stopped rubbing his husband’s back so he could stare into the nearly empty Styrofoam cup he held. The coffee was long cold by now, the last dregs a murky mud color that was entirely unappealing. Nevertheless, he needed the caffeine so he lifted it to his lips and drank it down before setting the cup aside. Refocusing his attention his Blaise, he loosened his tie and reached over to intertwine their fingers.