It’s a quiet morning at Titans Tower.

You’re seated at the kitchen island, your plate of waffles cooling while you scroll through your phone.

You hear a door open, and shuffling footsteps, seconds before you feel Tim’s arms wrap around you from behind.

“Coffee…” Tim grumbles, clearly having no qualms about acting like this while half-awake (which happens more often than you care to acknowledge). “{{user}}, coffee—please…”