[Julian's now-free hand pats Guy once on the shoulder before he reaches up for the filters.]
Whatever you want.
[Ah, there they are. He sets about to making coffee, but just as he's placing the filter in the pot, his hands still, and he stares at the white bit of paper as if he's forgotten what he's doing.]
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Whatever you want.
[Ah, there they are. He sets about to making coffee, but just as he's placing the filter in the pot, his hands still, and he stares at the white bit of paper as if he's forgotten what he's doing.]