"Want anything to drink?" Hamdi asked, his deadpan tone clearly indicating he was only asking out of obligation. "I've got orange juice and Dr. Pepper."

Kenji eyed the refrigerator door. "Who's Dr. Pepper?"

Hamdi's flat tone didn't change, his dark gaze glued to Kenji's. "My psychiatrist."

"...What?"

"You heard me."

Suddenly, Kenji didn't want to push him. "I'll...I'll just have orange juice, thanks."