[Guy hasn't let go of Julian's hand on his arm, and now he gently steers the man into the kitchen. Welcome to the messier part of the house, Julian! It is all Guy's fault.]

I'll show you the filters just in case. The first time my dear Anthony brewed coffee, it had grounds in it. It's been my charge ever since, along with seeing to breakfast.

[He already sounds more awake. Having Julian in the kitchen? A dream.]