There was no hiding the fact that he had only just woken up, the boiling water on the stove and the empty cup with a tea bag set aside waiting for it to be poured over it. It had been a long night, and though he had spent more than half of it at Harlow’s trailer, he had been gone by dawn and didn’t come home until a few hours later—collector’s business, a ride to the market, an exchange of weapons and ammunition. It weighed on him but he had no choice.
“Fuckin’ hell…” The blond was just about to go for the teapot, the unexpected invasion having him almost spill it all over the stove and himself but he managed to steady it all quick enough, even saving the flying cup from hitting the ground. The entire situation had him laughing, really, mostly because all chaos had been averted. “Are you sure you want to talk me into this? I think you’d like to ask Finn. I mean, you do blush all over whenever he’s around.” That was an exaggeration, she only did so about a third of the time.
Ash had clearly too much energy for the early hour, but it could be blamed on the time off, or the pot and a half of coffee she’d drank before deciding she to kidnap an O’Malley. It was rare to have a whole day to herself, intentionally, as she had little interest in spending time with just her and her thoughts.
“Whoops. Sorry.” Ash flinched away from the pot and flying cup, pulling her knees up to wrap her arms around them. “Good catch,” she laughed, putting a hand through her hair. “I should know better than to sneak up on a tired O’Malley.” Ash said mostly to herself, almost missing his Finn comment. When it registered, her mouth dropped open and she turned to face him fully. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not the one who’s been mysteriously googly-eyed over the delightful miss Harlow.” Ash retorted, fighting the heat threatening her cheeks.
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