BoJack lingered in the kitchen longer than necessary, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, staring at the takeout coffee cup like it was going to offer him advice. He’d already circled the living room twice, muttering half-formed versions of what he was going to say. Every time, he’d end up shaking his head, grumbling under his breath, and starting over “Okay, just… be normal. Say sorry. Don’t make it weird,” he told himself, immediately following it with “Great, now it’s gonna be weird.”

Eventually, he made his way toward where she was, the smell of fresh coffee trailing ahead of him like a peace flag. He stopped in the doorway, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, clearing his throat in the quiet “Hey,” he started, voice a little too casual, a little too careful. He glanced at her for half a second, then down at the cup in his hand “So, uh… this is for you. Extra-large. Two sugars, splash of milk. Or maybe it’s a gallon of milk and a whisper of coffee—look, I’m not a barista, okay?” He set it down within her reach, rubbing the back of his neck

He didn’t sit right away. Just hovered there, avoiding direct eye contact, toeing the carpet like it had suddenly become very interesting. “About earlier…” His voice softened, the sarcasm draining away “I… might’ve been a little—” He caught himself, gave a faint huff of a laugh “Okay, I was a lot. Like… Olympic-level, gold-medal jerk.” He gestured vaguely, as though waving away the earlier tension “I’m not great at this part, but… I don’t like it when we’re mad at each other. And, uh… I don’t wanna keep being the guy who messes it up.”

When he finally looked up, his eyes lingered on her face, searching for any sign she’d accept the offering. There was that awkward beat where he almost joked his way out of the sincerity, but he swallowed it back “So… yeah. Sorry. Really. And if coffee doesn’t make up for it, I can, I dunno… do the dishes for a week. Maybe two if I’m feeling reckless.”

A faint smile tugged at his mouth—tentative, hopeful—before he shoved his hands in his pockets and waited, not quite breathing evenly, for her to take the cup