The door opens before Cal can answer, and Danielle places a tray with coffee for two and the appropriate condiments onto the desk.

"Anything else, sir?" If she notices the tension in the room, there's no sign of it. Not noticing things that shouldn't be noticed is a prized quality in a Chandler employee.

"No. Thanks."

She nods and leaves. Cal turns his outward focus to fixing his coffee.

"I'm not going to," he says, not looking up from the sugar he's stirring in. His tone is milder than before, though; the interruption has given him a chance to get that much under control. "It hasn't been that long."