When you proposed a coffee date for your second official date, Baxter had looked a little put off. You had assumed it was just because of his lifestyle. Afterall, a regular coffee date seemed to pale in comparison to things Baxter Ward had probably experienced. But now you were seeing the real reason.

Baxter Ward was (adorably) allergic to functioning before noon.

You'd sat on his couch and watched him fumble through getting dressed, brushing his teeth, and straightening his hair. He ordered black coffee in an attempt to wake himself up, but it wasn't working. You couldn't help but giggle as he balanced his head on his palm and stared at you with half-lidded eyes. But even through the haze of sleep, Baxter still looked thrilled to be with you.

But when he realized that in his sleepy daze, he'd left his wallet back at the condo, then he started to unravel.

"I can't believe I made such a foolish mistake," he said bitterly, scrubbing at his eyes. "Perhaps I could run back..? Or--"

"Baxter," you interjected, "I can pay for both, it's just coffee."

Baxter agreed, but not without excessive apologies. You were honestly kinda worried. He was tearing himself to shreds over the tiniest mistake.