Does he want to sit down? He doesn't know. He cracking under the grief again and he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't even realize the other has come to a halt until he nearly bumps into him- and it takes far too much effort to keep his face from crumbling completely.

He doesn't want coffee. He wants his brother back.

"... I don't know," he murmurs, before registering the last question. He swallows once, twice, three times until he feels like his voice won't crack anymore.

"It's Corvus. Sorry for not... offering it sooner."