Another sip brought the coffee near to being all gone; tilting it revealed a glance at the bottom of the cup, and a brief and ghostly glimpse of a distorted reflection.
Jeremy wrinkled his nose as he placed the cup back down; that pale, abyssal vision of himself never did sit well.
He remembered to look to Lestrade and Skiron, needing a sudden pull from the memory of what awaited in the bottom of his cup.
"Ah. They're getting along. Good. Y'know, I've been worried about socializing Lestrade as much as I should- all he has for company the majority of the time is myself and Dupin- Ah." He reached to hold up her pokeball. "An Eevee. Come to think of it, she could use some socializing herself".
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