It's Strange What Desire Will Make Foolish People Do || OwlDog || @mickeyfiitz
Putting down her phone, she felt a pulse of pain behind her eyes. So he was scaling the fucking building?! Christ, did he know how to do anything without being the most extra person she’d ever met? Athena rubbed at the bridge of her nose and sighed as she flicked the lights on in her living room and hurried to the windows.
She pushed up at the window sash and was immediately greeted with the cool night air. Already a headache was building up behind her eyes and Mickey hadn’t even arrived yet. Still, after waiting a few minutes, she called out tentatively, “Mickey? For fuck’s sake, Fitz, don’t die. I’ll never be able to explain it.”
She collapsed into the couch by the windows, laying down to face the opening, waiting for him to crawl through. Eventually though, the waiting and her own concern (much as she would deny its existence) overwhelmed her, and she closed her eyes to press her fingers to her temples. She’d been through enough today. Mickey Fitz’s death was something that she could most certainly do without.