I'll be with you in a moment. Go find a seat at one of the tables in that corner over there.

[Jason at the front counter, taking an order from and serving a customer who wants at least five particular syrups in his drink, each of which offends Jason more than the last. Thankfully, by now Jason's switched tack from berating customers for their fiddly, girly drinks and to trying to use his hypnotic voice to wheedle cash out of them.

At the end of the transaction, the patron drops a hundred dollar bill into the tip jar, and Jason reaches in a moment later and shuffles it to the bottom. Jason grabs two cups of coffee he's prepared and takes a seat across from Marco, sliding one of the cups over.

He looks serious. Not even acerbic and bitter, as he usually does, but simply very sober, and with a slight crinkle in his brow that betrays concern instead of irritation.]

I didn't know if you'd actually come. I don't reckon this'll take long. I just wanted to-

[The corner of his mouth twitches.]

-look, I'll cut to the chase. You aren't planning on tying any nooses or leaping off any bridges anytime soon, are you?"