Jun 5, 2015
doesnttrustcats
He shouldn’t have been surprised to see Jensen still up clicking away at his beloved laptop when he got back in from his surveillance run, and in truth, he wasn’t. That didn’t stop the exasperated huff from working its way up his throat, nor did it stop the shake of his head as he came to sit on the edge of the desk. He arched an eyebrow pointedly, as if to say, what are you doing, idiota?