It definitely was comfortable, very much so, being allowed to work from home, living room soon turned into an office, work space demanding most of the room, historic documents properly stored, dozens of copies lying around, covering the broad table, hardly enough for both their researches, the ones she couldn't even think about, too tired to even consider the parcels received, one definitely from the museum, new documents she'd need to check, valify their origin, compare them with others, to get them filed in the storage rooms. The other she hadn't even looked at, both of them but sleepily taken in, dumped on the table, without a second glance, left behind on her travel for coffee, machine soon started, marking the starting point for getting ready, washing her face, brushing her teeth, she was in the midst of tying up her hair, back on the way to the kitchen, when hearing the well-known sound of the lock, the little squeech of the door opening, not even looking up on her way, merely stating the obvious, "Coffee is done already. Did you have breakfast already or do you want to eat with me?"
She wouldn't even remember when, it had just turned into their routine, his showing up in the mornings, roughly around the time she got up, playing the perfect assistant, delivering coffee some mornings, without her needing to ask for it, breakfast on other days, even documents from the museum on occasion, without ever complaining about her demands. The amount of time spent together, especially considering his staying over at times, nearly would count as living together, if only he didn't need to go back home, once in a while, to shower and get new clothes, often done with her stupid errands, sending him to the museum for picking up work, rather than going out herself. After all this time, even, she couldn't care about her appearance anymore, lazily running around in her pajamas, merely the bra put on beneath, already counted as dressing up for them, put on just after getting up, now nearly revealed, when moving her hands up to stretch, shirt slipping up, not bothered about, not when her priority was coffee, poured into cups for them, meant to wake her up, to get the energy to also make breakfast.
"Can you open the parcels and see what we got? They didn't tell me what they'd send." Neither did she know for the museum, nor for the other parcel, not having looked at the sender, because, after all, coffee was her morning priority, especially when woken up by the delivery service, ringing her out of bed, making her rush to the door, just minutes before his arrival, he might've even seen the guy, up on his way to her appartment, running into the delivery man, it wouldn't come as surprise. But that didn't bother her any longer, moving to sit on the kitchen counter instead, legs lazily swinging through the air, heels thumping against the cupboard doors, sipping her coffee slowly, while silently watching him, gaze wandering to his frame, looking at his today's outfit, travelling over his body, one as known to her as her brother's, naturally, due to their odd working relationship. "Don't you need to re-dye your hair? You should make an appointment for me, too, then..."
