"Makes two of us," Forrest grumbled. He was a man who despised being idle, but he'd yet to find his footing, in a world where he felt so damn out of place.
More than anything, he wanted to be back at the station. The rest of it, he could've done without. But having her behind his counter, pouring the coffee, was what he'd missed the most, over the last weeks.
"I should." He frowned, his gaze dropping away from her face. He turned and picked up his fallen trashbag. "Just gonna." He gestured down the hall, toward the stairwell. The cans were on the first floor. "You go on, get inside, now."
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Date: 2016-01-26 05:53 am (UTC)More than anything, he wanted to be back at the station. The rest of it, he could've done without. But having her behind his counter, pouring the coffee, was what he'd missed the most, over the last weeks.
"I should." He frowned, his gaze dropping away from her face. He turned and picked up his fallen trashbag. "Just gonna." He gestured down the hall, toward the stairwell. The cans were on the first floor. "You go on, get inside, now."