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"You look like you need this."
Grace pulled his head up off the table to look at Stratt. She was standing over him, holding out one of the seemingly endless coffee cups she had. Like she was offering it to him. Which she had never done before. He must have looked even worse than he felt.
That said something with how shitty he felt from the lack of sleep.
"Thanks," he said, taking the cup.
He took a slug off the drink and started choking at the bitter taste.
"What the fuck is this?"
"Espresso."
"Just espresso?"
"I don't sleep."