wingmanriley:

        “Like I said, it’s the least I could do.”

  Riley gave him a little smile, hand slipping into his
  back pocket for his wallet. He didn’t have much
  money to spare, but he felt bad enough for messing
  up what the man seemed to be working hard on.

        “How do ya take it?”

          “ Decaf but with nothing in it. ”

    Caffeine messed with him and his medication. He’d
    say he missed the taste of regular, black coffee if he
    ever drank it on a regular basis. A glance down as
    the other looked in his wallet told him he’d have to
    treat himself. Or, at least, help out.

          “ But you don’t have to. It’s alright. ”