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The Pippins heard a knock behind him. There was no expectation of privacy—a curtain was the only thing separating him from the room—but the Shadowguy wanted to be polite.
"Hey, guy." He turned in his chair, eyes tired. "What's up?"
The Shadowguy gestured at papers on the desk, tilting his head.
"Just paperwork. Nothing I can't handle."
He nodded, smiling, before setting down a styrofoam cup on the desk, filled with hot coffee.
"Oh, thanks... I was about to make some shitty instant coffee. This is much better."
He leaned up for a kiss before returning to work.