Jason felt a smile tug at his lips yet didn't make it fully across them. He nodded his head. "Thanks." he says softly. He walked over to the table. Bumping into it before finding the chair. He didn't even grimace though had encountered it pretty hard. His senses had been lost in thought along with the rest of him. He pulls out the chair and sits down. Taking the items and feels them out. Creamer was where she said it was. Taking the sugar and puts a lot in his coffee. Then pours coffee as he felt the temperature of the coffee with a finger. When it was cool enough to let him know he had it the right amount...he stopped pouring. He finds the spoon and stirs his coffee. He grins a bit. "They like it like I like it. Lotsa syrup. Though I think they like their pancakes deeper drowned than I do." He says softly. "I love french vanilla creamer." He says softer than before. The tone alone told he was afraid she would take it away if she knew that he loved it. It had always happened before. So he had learned to fake whether he liked it or not. Based upon whether or not he wanted it again or not. He listened as the twins merely giggled about the pancake joke. Neither of which commented on it just went to eating their food. He takes a bite of the pancake. Adding syrup when he found it. His hand brushed hers and he jerked it back. He recoiled and just closed his eyes. "May I have the syrup?" He asks in a trembling voice. His voice quivered while his eyes were filled with pain.