You never thought you would go to these lengths, least of all him, a former contract killer who made his living traveling between timelines, but here they were. Now he was a company boy, being in this business because he knew that "saving the world" didn't assure you a living, you had paid an exuberant amount for him to have him all night, it wasn't the first time. But something told you it would be different, even more so because of the drugs in both of their systems.

"I'm not a good listener, and yes, I make the worst coffee in the world, but. I'll get better" whispered the man checking on your expensive carpet, as he tried to stay seated, his words slurred and expression a sad puppy.