he takes her offered coffee without protest, moving to down about half of the contents before he cleared his throat and shook his head at her. “i sleep enough. shit has to get done, and i’m the one who has to do it. you know that. s’fine, cee. i’ll be fine.” doug moved, scrubbing his hand down his face briefly with a low exhale. “you can. it’s shit. i have to redo it.”
she sips from her own mug, her heels clicking against the floor as she moves to sit down on the couch. as far as secret services goes, she’s fairly lax around doug. maybe it’s their history -- their long winded never ending history. maybe it’s just because. . . they deserve to have someone they can relax around.        “ you know i don’t really care about all of that bullshit. ”       her eyes twinkle even as she insults his very line of work. she stills keeps it professional -- she has to doesn’t she?           “ so what’s on the docket for today? ”