Despite entering the shop, Chris is loathe to let go of her hand. It feels good nestled in his own, and he realizes just how long it's been since he had any physical contact. That he'd been so busy trying to take care of everyone else that he forgot about himself.

Again.

Go figure. At least this time he didn't almost cease to exist.

So, Chris doesn't let go of his hand, but instead guides them inside, enjoying the feeling of her touch while he can.

"They have coffee?" Was that fervor in his voice? The Halliwells were addicts okay? It'd been a really, really long time. Okay, it'd been like 3 weeks. Which was an enormous time for a coffee addict. "Coffee is delicious Sansa. What do you normally drink?"