It was no secret that Lockwood and Co was the agency that entirely consisted of hopeless fucking misfits. Though, in truth, out of you, George, Lucy and Lockwood, you and Lockwood were the most independent. Your pasts weren’t ones you liked discussing.

Though, through dark nights, stormy clouds and the pile of dirty dishes in the sink, you and Lockwood did get rather lonely. So, since you couldn’t sleep and you found him in the library. And you stood there like a melon. He was previously sitting on the armchair with a dusty blanket, but then he stood up upon seeing you. “Oh, hello.”

Let’s be honest, he also felt like a melon, but he braved through, clutching a magazine in his hand, gesturing to the chair in front of him with an awkward smile. “Don’t just stand there, sit down.” He did too, glancing at the magazine— that needed to be explained and God, this felt awkward as fuck.

“I’m… keeping up with the news.” Lockwood sat down, holding up the magazine with an awkward chuckle before opening it. He didn’t know how to feel. Awkward? Definitely. Embarrassed? Certainly.

He’d just have to keep his lid on.