Imperfections (Eventually will be Jorian)

At the Station

"John, are you alright?" Dorian asked, as John had been staring unblinkingly at his monitor for quite some time, his brow furrowed ever so slightly. He seemed to be doing that more and more lately, and that began to worry the DRN.

"I'm fine." John said, eyes returning to focus as he looked up at Dorian. "I need some coffee, come on." He stood up, grabbing his jacket, and heading toward the break room.

Dorian followed John closely. "John, if something is wrong, you need to get help. I know you don't like talking to me about personal things, so just find someone that will listen that you want to talk to."

John rolled his eyes. "Dorian, if I wanted help, I would have gotten it by now." He said as he poured some coffee into his mug. "You don't need to help me. I am a grown man, I can take care of myself."

Dorian snorted. "Right, definitely. I'm sure you are absolutely capable of seeking help. You are just too proud to admit that you need it."

John sipped his coffee, made a face, then spat it back into his mug.

Dorian shook his head. "It's too hot, John. It's 28° hotter than your preferred temperature of 165° Fahrenheit."

John narrowed his eyes at Dorian. "It is not. It just tastes bad."

"Nope. It's same as it always is. Except it's too hot." Dorian replied with just a hint of a smirk.

"You don't know how I like my coffee." John said defensively.

"I do, actually. You like it black with two sugars, at 165° Fahrenheit." Dorian said with a small smirk.

"Wrong. I like it at 210°. That's how I make it everyday." John said with a glare at the android.

"And everyday it's too hot." Dorian said with a sigh. "You always either burn yourself, or wait until it gets cold to drink it."

"Leave me alone, Dorian. Don't you have better things to worry about? Like maybe your job?"

"No." Dorian answered with a crooked grin. "I'm supposed to be watching out for my partner. He's an ass, and doesn't even know how he likes his coffee. He's a reckless idiot with a bad haircut and-"

John interrupted then, setting his mug down harder than was strictly necessary on the counter as he said, "I'm not saying I agree with you on any of that, but you made one huge mistake. There is nothing wrong with my haircut."

Dorian laughed. "Have you seen yourself?" He asked.

John glared at Dorian. "At least my hair grows naturally."