From Here
“Maybe I do. But it’s a waste of breath to lecture you.”
Francis’s expression is aggravated at worst. It’s admittedly a shock to come home to your ex-coworker reclining on your sofa, but these days he never knows what to expect--least of all where Jensen is involved. That look of vague annoyance, however, twists into something sharper as he notices a familiar smell.
“Still smoking? I’ll spare you the lecture on what a filthy habit that is, but you could at least have the courtesy to keep it outside.”
One finger taps at the sleeve of his jacket, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His gaze never leaves his guest, and there’s a distinct tension in the way the hacker holds himself. He dislikes his routine being interrupted without warning, and Jensen’s presence always seems to herald exactly that: violent interruption.
“I don’t suppose you came here just to treat my apartment like the local bar, so...why are you here?”
[ @augmentcd ]
