"Here you go," George extended a big cup of coffee that Robert had just brewed in the kitchen.
Henry took it with a nod, his everything was left inside the room that he was thrown out of, he didn't truly give the moment the right amount of thought and just took a big gulp of whatever the cup had without thinking twice about it. The strong coffee first burned his lips then carried on burning the rest of his mouth all the way down his throat. But he welcomed the pain.
"…I see you've met Peter then,"
Both men's eyes were on the doctor inside the room as he was checking John's pulse and checking his watch at the same time.
"He threw me out," Henry said with a flat tone and a flat face.
George grimaced.
