onlyoneof | (no subject)

Maybe in your opinion.

[pffft]

You know what? Be my guest. You can have the other bed too.

Great.

[perches on the edge of it, WATCHING LINCOLN]

[well, I guess I can spend eight hours pretending I'm not watching you]

[what a fun night]

[the best]

[slipping out sometime in the morning to get coffee]

[sometime after I bring breakfast and this way we WIN AT CONTINUITY]

[NO PARALLEL UNIVERSES HERE. knocking on the door]

Lincoln?

[opens the door, hair still a bit rumpled from SLEEP GLORIOUS SLEEP.]

— hey.

Coffee?

That'd be great, thanks.

[steps outside, closing the door to his room. :x]

Is Peter Bishop still in there?

Yeah, he lives there. He's sleeping right now, though.

You wanna put this somewhere he'll see it?

[three coffees, wowwww]

I— can do that, yeah. One second.

[takes a coffee and steps in, setting the coffee down on the nightstand by Peter's bed. he steps back out and quietly shuts the door.]

How are you feeling?

. . . better. Rested.

No side effects?

I'm okay, I promise. And I really did ask him to do it.

He shot you.

Because I asked him to.

Do you know how alarming it is to hear a gunshot and find your partner passed out with a possible criminal?

I didn't know you were nearby. I thought it was so late . . . there's weird sounds here all the time, anyone who heard it wouldn't have really batted an eye at it. And he's not a criminal.

He's questionable.