"After careful testing, I've discovered coffee tastes the same on both sides of the breach," he tells her sincerely before his mouth turns up into a small smile. Holding up the coffee in his hand, he displays the logo on the side, a coffee shop called Little Bean with a picture of a baby. It's not one he'd ever heard of in New York and he certainly hadn't seen one in the Darrow they've both been living in.

He doesn't want to mention he had gone through to find another copy of the newspaper she had show him. It seems depressing in a way and he isn't sure he can explain to her why he thinks it was the right thing to do, only that it was. Being dead isn't something he wants to celebrate, but having the article has its uses, too.