Maybe Coffee isn't so bad-Assassin's Creed Oneshot

Desmond got up from the Animus all grumpy. He wasn’t getting anywhere even though he has been in the Animus all night.
-Welcome back, Desmond!-Shaun shouted over with his usual sarcasm-So nice to see you awake and all.
-Sod off!-Desmond grumbled back.
-What? Can’t a man be nice once in a while?
Desmond didn’t even answer he knew enough about Shaun’s kindness by then.
-You’ve been up all night?-he asked instead.
-Someone has to write all those entries you know? I also have to make sure that you don’t go all Altair or Ezio on us…or maybe Connor, that would be new. Besides there are other teams out there as well that need my expertise.- Shaun answered not even bothering to look up from the screen of his computer. He slowly lifted his mug wanting to take a sip of his oh-so-loved tea, only to find that the mug was empty.
-I can’t believe it! I just filled it.-the British man grumbled but set the mug back on the table.
Desmond watched as he took his glasses off and started massaging his forehead. The American walked off to the small space they called a kitchen and poured himself some coffee. As he looked back towards Shaun who was seemingly still trying to get through his headache he grabbed another mug and filled it halfway with coffee. He walked back to Shaun and handed it to him.
-What is this?- the British man asked eyeing the mug suspiciously.
-Coffee …-Desmond answered raising an eyebrow.
-I can see that, smartass.-Shaun groaned still massaging his forehead-I meant, why are you giving it to me? I hate coffee.
-Oh, come on! It always helps me when I have a headache.
Shaun looked down at the dark liquid and he slowly lifted the mug to his mouth taking a careful sip. Immediately his face contorted.
-It’s bitter!-he said putting the mug back on the table.
Desmond almost laughed at the face Shaun made but he held back and walked over to the fridge instead taking out a bottle of milk and picking the sugar up from the counter.
-Here!-he said pouring milk into the mug and adding a bit of sugar too.-It’s gonna be sweeter this way.
Shaun still looked skeptical but he took another careful sip.
-So?-Desmond asked curiously.
-It’s…okay. Thank you!-the historian murmured barely audible
-Did you just say thank you?-the American smirked.
-It won’t happen again.
-Oh, I hoped I could have a hug.-Desmond teased.
-You would like that now, wouldn’t you?-Shaun teased back trying to suppress a smile.
-Yeah, I would.-Desmond answered crouching down to be in eye level with the sitting Shaun.
-Yeah? And what else?
-Umm…I would rather show it than just say it.-their faces were so close that they could feel the others hot breath.
-Well, go ahead then…-Shaun whispered.
Their faces were only an inch away and they both felt the distance closing. Their lips almost touched…
-Ahem…-someone cleared his throat at the entrance.
Desmond jumped up immediately and looked towards the person who just entered.
-Uhh…Good morning, Dad!-he said a bit awkwardly.
-Morning Desmond!-William answered eyeing his son suspiciously, then he turned his gaze towards the other man in the room.
-Shaun-he greeted.
-Bill.-the British nodded clearing his throat seemingly embarrassed.
-Well,-William stared-Let’s get back to work, shall we?
-Yeah, I’ll get back to the Animus right away.-Desmond said and he quickly hurried back to the Animus. As he sat down and the world started fading out he took one last glance at Shaun.
Their gazes locked and Desmond smiled at him, then his eyes closed, he got lost in Connor’s memories once again. Shaun looked down at the mug on his table and smiled. Maybe coffee isn’t so bad after all.