Faolan turns back to his coffee with a look that suggests he's almost forgotten about it completely. His mind really is preoccupied, and not just on his tshirt and the other man in front of him. There's a reason that he came there in the first place after all, even if he has been avoiding it thus far, and it it hadn't been simply to help the other man bathe his dog.

"Yeah, sorry," he says, and turns to pick it up. It's cool enough now that he can drink it faster, which he does. He probably shouldn't leave her waiting out there for too much longer. She's a good dog, but even good dogs don't have infinite amounts of patience.