Okay, that was done. Now he’d have to replace the shirt. The last thing he wanted was Gabriel questioning it.
Noah raced up to his bedroom, tearing off his shirt as he went, and changed into another one, black, so if he started bleeding again it wouldn’t show. It was awkward doing up the buttons, since his elbow didn’t want to bend, but he had it done by the time he returned to the kitchen.
He had to take the goblet out of the microwave, but once that was done, it only took a minute to pour two cups of coffee and nuke them. He put them on a tray his mom had left behind—it had been Grandma Poynter’s, and Mom had never cared for it. Come to think of it, neither did he.
He added spoons, milk, and the sugar bowl. From their single date, he knew Ted took his coffee the same way he did.