Eddie laughs, and his mouth is halfway to shooting back something saucy when his mind catches up with it, and he promptly shuts it and drops his chin a little. He needs to watch his fucking mouth; it's not appropriate for him to talk with her like he'd talk to Susannah, which was exactly what he'd been about to do. It makes his gut twist heavy with guilt.

He realizes that he's been quiet a little too long, and gives another, more stilted laugh. "—cream's good, too. Anything's better than black coffee with grounds in the bottom."