[ Bigby puts it down on the table before deciding to also sit down on another nearby chair - not wanting to stand there and awkwardly hover over the other guy. If not just because it makes him feel like some sort of mother hen, and that absolutely does not suit Bigby in any possible way. ]
It's tea. [ He answers, gesturing at the mug between the other's hands.
It felt like the safest option to grab here. No one is allergic to tea, right? Just the most simple of hot drinks. He isn't too sure he wants to give the other coffee if Bruce is in this state. Who knows what it'd do to him.
He gives the other a silent moment - maybe so Bruce can warm up his hands, or maybe even dare to take a sip - and then continues with: ]
Is this the first time something like this has happened to you?
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It's tea. [ He answers, gesturing at the mug between the other's hands.
It felt like the safest option to grab here. No one is allergic to tea, right? Just the most simple of hot drinks. He isn't too sure he wants to give the other coffee if Bruce is in this state. Who knows what it'd do to him.
He gives the other a silent moment - maybe so Bruce can warm up his hands, or maybe even dare to take a sip - and then continues with: ]
Is this the first time something like this has happened to you?