one day you slowly floated away

"Want me to make you some coffee?" You ask, voice raspy from sleep. He shakes his head and shoves his hands into his pockets, grabbing his coat off the back off the couch. "Nah. Got places to be," he replies, and within a few heartbeats he's out the door.

You frown but try not to think much of it, and when you look at the coffee pot, you discover he's already made some. It's still warm.