*Clears his throat as he re-enters the room, smiling as he notices much of the mess from the night before had been cleaned up. Taking his hat off and placing it on the coat hanger he quickly retreats to a sofa in the corner of the room, sitting down before pulling a thermos flask, a mug and a bottle of milk all out of separate pockets attached to the long overcoat he is wearing. Quietly he pours out the hot tea from the flask and adds the milk accordingly before placing both the flask and bottle back into their respective pockets. With his finger he stirs the tea wincing, at first, as his skin is burnt by the hot liquid. Once satisfied he retracts his finger, briefly sucking on it before wrapping his hand around the warm mug and bringing it up to his lips for a long sip.*
Mmm, just what the doctor ordered.