He wakes with a start from his place on the sofa. Half finished can of soda teetering dangerously before making the decision to spill. A curse rips from his lips, though the door opening is far more concerning. His thumb sits on the safety as he rises, true glare ready- Only to die upon seeing himself reflected in purple shades.
“Couldn’t knock?” The gun is placed, carefully, onto the sofa arm. Sleep wiped from his eyes with the heel of his palm. “Don’t tell me this is your first stop back on this side of the coast…”
“You’re getting slower with age.” Kate bumped the door closed and made herself right at home on the nearest clean surface. Or tried to at least. Her bags were discarded at her feet and her phone was in her hand as she texted America that she’d arrived.
“Your brother won’t answer my calls or texts or tweets or Facebook Messenger, which is saying something because I know he’s always on that thing. Don’t know who he talks to half the time but whatever, I’m not his keeper.” She slipped her cellphone into her pocket and directed her attention back to Barney.
“You alright in here? Need me to get you some water...or coffee?”