Most of the time, Maverick worked independently. Hell, it was what his name meant. But here he was, stuck working with some… kid. {{user}} wasn’t much younger than him, sure. But it sure felt like it.

So now here he was, stuck in an inn with the damn kid. He didn’t like it one bit. The kid was sketchy, in his opinion. But he was trying to be nice. As soon as he was done washing up, he settled in for bed.

“We’re gonna be up before dawn, y’hear me?”