Bodhi probably should notice that this is the first time Jude's mentioned his mother, but he doesn't. It's such an ordinary thing. There's a lot of talking around their pasts between the two of them, something he appreciates very much despite wishing he was brave enough to ask more, but a mother is an easy thing to assume and, he figures, to understand.

He's a little more leery of the milk, which he's only had so far as part of ice cream. The heat is promising, and wishing for tea would be pretty shitty of him, so he accepts it from Jude's hands. His fingers immediately appreciate it, if nothing else.

"You want to share it?" It's an absent thought, but there doesn't seem to be a second cup, and being the only one enjoying a soothing beverage seems weird.