“You’re such a softie,” Emil said fondly.
“Can you make the coffee?” Makai asked, putting away the extra cat food and batting his lashes at Emil.
“Yeah, sure. How’s the chest?” Emil went to put the coffee maker on. Makai could’ve done it with one hand. He’d practiced enough times now, but it was about ten times faster if Emil did it instead.
“Achy. Nothing new, though. Do you wanna go for a walk with our coffees?” he asked.
Nora had bought them both fancy travel mugs for their walks so they could always have a drink with them when they wanted something else than bottles of water.
Emil flicked the percolator on. “Yeah, sure. I’ll go brush my teeth first.”