The forger looked up curiously as he heard his apartment door open, flinching slightly when it slammed up. He smiled slightly at his friend- but the smile faded quickly when he saw the other’s enraged face. The pen was put down, oil-streaked fingers wiping on a rag he’s placed nearby. Without a word, Alex moves into the kitchen, returning to the pacing man a moment later and pushing the speckled mug into his hands.

"Work?"