"That's frightening," he laughed, turning the book over in his hand. Wylie liked to read and he would read more often if he had a place long enough to have a bookshelf to keep actual books. As it was, he didn't have any of those things.

Wylie glanced up, eyes narrowed when he asked about his preference in coffee. That was an awfully personal question given the nature of their relationship. He smirked, "black."