Still Pouring Two Cups
by Lapsus Stili (aka. Slip-of-the-Pen)
Rating: K
Spoilers: season 8 stuff
Disclaimer: If CSI were mine things would be very different… but it's not, so things are as they are and it's definitely not my fault.
Word Count: 105
Summary: A sequel drabble to "Another Day, Another Coffee". Yet another start of day in the Grissom household.
Once again he sits quietly at the table. One person. Two coffees.
Several months have passed since she kissed him at work, then walked out of his life.
The dog sits with his head resting on the seat of the empty chair. Whining. Drooling.
The steam is still curling from both cups of coffee on the table. Freshly poured. Neither started.
He's lost in thought, hasn't opened the morning newspaper yet. It's damp. From the sprinkler.
She pads up behind him, leaning down to nuzzle his neck, and thanks him for getting her coffee ready.
He smiles, glad that he never stopped pouring two cups.
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