The challenge word is Coffee and we all know how much Dean loves his coffee. For all you java-heads!

The coffee smells real good and I hold the steaming cup toward him, making sure he has to stretch just a bit to reach it. The tempting aroma makes him forget his guardedness of the last few days and as his fingers touch my suspicions are confirmed as pain flairs in his bright-green eyes.

He drops his arm urgently to his side; his breath hitching, face pale.

"You gonna let me check you out?" I fight for eye contact but he finally nods in resignation.

"Can I have my coffee first?"

I help him hold the cup as he drinks.

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