[He sits. He doesn't even think about it, really - he's too tired to, so he just obeys. He rubs at his eyes for a moment.]

I used to just drink soda, but then I started college, you know?

[That and late night vigilantism. It's a bad combination if you're looking for a good night's sleep. The awkwardness, though, that he was born with.]

Are you sure you don't want me to get some napkins, at least? [A pause, then he kind of just. Reaches out to touch the pot to check. He flinches back when he feels how hot it is.] Ow. And you didn't even get burned?