Black? ...well, black coffee it is, then! Better that than tea with no milk, right? Regardless, Tidus will come as suggested - coffee in one hand, cookies in the other. Sitting down the drink first and the cookies after with a small, "Ah-", a knuckle caught against the heat of the cup but now relieved of the small inch.

But the smile on his face on seeing the guy's face light up and then deflate - it deflates with him, if tugging with sympathy. "Sorry."

He takes a seat on the opposite bench. There's three cookies there, chocolate chipped, stacked on top of one another.

"You two sound close. There isn't a way to contact people back home from here... wish you didn't get dragged into this."

For Yota's sake, but also for his brother.