The mission had gone sideways, and Griffin blamed you. Which was fine with you since you blamed him. That's how things had been going lately. Blaming each other. It wasn't as though your relationship had been sunshine and roses to begin with, but the last few months had really been rough. And Knox refused to separate the two of you. Something about learning to work as a team.

The V.I.G.I.L. safe house looked like it hadn't been occupied since the 1980s. "Of course..." You sighed, dropping your duffle bag onto the couch and watching a plume of dust puff up into the air. It was like the universe was determined to make you suffer.

This mission, in particular, had been long and difficult, leaving you and Grant exhausted, irritable, and ready to curl up in bed to ignore each other for the rest of the night. Easier said than done. There was only one bedroom. Only one bed. "Of course..." You grumbled again, rolling your eyes when you pushed open the bedroom door and saw the complication. You should have expected this. It was always one. thing. after. another.

Grant walked up behind you, looking over your shoulder into the bedroom. “I’m not sleeping on the couch. I wouldn't be surprised if there's something living in it.” He grumbled before you even had the chance to call the bed. Let's be honest, the bed wasn't much of a prize either.