( he looks over to the bag, with his hand still pouring more sugar into the coffee cup. scrunches his nose at the sight of it, as if it's very existence is somehow distasteful. )

»Tt«.

( the lid goes back onto his own coffee cup, and damian picks that up as he takes a step back from the counter, but not the bag. )

You're more than capable of carrying your own groceries. I don't take orders from those who haven't earned the right to give them.