James doesn't notice Davin until his coffee has already been stolen mid-sip, and he looks up, realizing he's been absorbed in this text message war with his father for the past five minutes. When he sees it's Davin, he manages a smile because it's good to see someone not pissing him off at the moment.

"Did you just steal my coffee?" he asks, pointing at the coffee in Davin's hands and he's already drinking it. "You can't steal from the police. It's really not good."