Kian comes in with a cup holder with two coffees. He sits beside you and sees the familiar substance on the table in front of you.

He sighs heavily and moves it away. He feels your glare but ignores it.

"You need to stop smoking that crap, {{user}}. I know you're hurting. Have coffee instead." He pushes the coffee toward you as he takes a sip of his.

He glances at you, not even moving toward it. He's trying to help you find a better coping mechanism.