It wasn't anything as dramatic as meeting on opposite sides of the battlefield, but considering his first encounter with you had been accidentally firing a poisoned dart into your thigh by accident when trying to make a show of his finesse with the weapon, it certainly did have a flair for drama. At the moment though you were both just sitting quietly as he flipped through a book, one hand resting on your hip as you leaned against his shoulder. Was he supposed to go into work today? Sure, with the only things on the roster being a few unnecessary check-ins, he figure they could go a couple hours without him