Morning After

[myownluck]

In all the time that Harvey has stayed in Judah's warehouse, he's never taken a bedroom for himself. He seems to prefer, for whatever reason, sleeping on the couch in what approximates the living room, his feet propped up on one arm of the sofa, and a light blanket draped over himself

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[beautyinbroken]

For whatever reason, Livvie is not expecting people on couches. There are rooms, she knows there are, so why would a grown man sleep on a couch? So when she comes out to take stock of what's in the kitchen and figure out what to cook for four people, sleeping Harvey on a couch is not what she expects to have to pass by.

"Gah!"

Sorry, she's jumpy.

[myownluck]

Yeah, well, so is he. Harvey jerks up, awakened by the shout, and is halfway to his feet and reaching with sleep-addled clumsiness under his pillow before he remembers where he is, and realises who this is that's yelling.

"What?"

[beautyinbroken]

Livvie leans back, blinks, and turns on her heel to go into the kitchen. "Nothing. Not a blessed thing." Oh, Harvey. Feel the wrath of a teenaged girl.

[myownluck]

...he was not expecting -- well, he wasn't expecting anything, because five seconds ago he was asleep. But if he had been expecting something, it wouldn't have been that.

He sits there, for a few moments, trying to calm down. Get his heart to stop beating quite so fast, and his thoughts a little less disjointed. A little less noisy.

Eventually, he gets up and makes his way to the kitchen. This is going to hurt...

[beautyinbroken]

"Well that was the most impressive display of maturity I've ever seen." Livvie sighs and keeps cooking.

[agent_m0thman]

"No one hit anyone else! That was a plus." Dib might text Eddie later. But really, Eddie leaving was his own choice.

[lastchancetorun]

"No one shot anyone else. Another plus."

[beautyinbroken]

Livvie nods and adds things to the pan.

And gives Judah a hug. "I'm sorry."