Okay yeah communication is going to be difficult - comfortably quiet but difficult - between them. Especially since that doesn't look like a sign that can be made with one hand. He shuts the tap off and shakes his head, gripping at the hand towel draped over his shoulder to partially dry his hand.

"No. It's my mess." And yet, it's clearly evident that it's a bit of a struggle to get all the coffee grounds out of the French press. He's probably already broken one trying to bang the grounds out, but it's not ideal shoving it right up against the kitchen wall and trying to scoop out of it. It'll rinse out, sure, but his sink is going to get choked up far earlier than anyone else's on the street at the rate he's going.