"I'd rather you drank the tea." It's the one bit of comfort Jon can reliably offer after all of... that. "It'll go to waste, otherwise." The cup is set down in front of Jamie, prepared as he might like it. Jon had spent enough time in that cottage with the other man--brief as it technically was--to know what he enjoys.

He sits at the little staffroom table and fidgets as he drinks his own cup.

"I... appreciate your assistance with... all this." God, this is awkward. "I, er... well. I suppose I owe you, if you can think of anything now or in the future."