Work Text:
Jim wouldn't normally take cream in his tea, or sugar for that matter, but he couldn't refuse it that time. Not with Sophie clearly doctoring both cups on autopilot and not thinking to ask.
He hadn't even meant to have tea with her. All he had wanted was to stop by and give her his condolences. She had insisted on giving him tea before he left, and the expression in her eyes made him stay.
He managed not to wince at the cloyingly sweet and milky tea. Jim would drink it without complaint. He owed his only real friend that.