One week, Mical had said, and then Atton could get back to work.

It was now a week and three days. He was - maybe a little - cranky. Years ago Atton might've enjoyed lazing around Fandom, but these days, it just made him more restless.

Which made coffee a fantastic idea, clearly.

He stopped by the counter and had half his order out before she boredly finished, "...and pretend I'm not sneaking in a hit of caramel."

"...Yeah. Uh. You do that."