Trooper Station, Friday

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Having not slept well last night, Watts was occasionally eyeing the spot under his desk where he sometimes napped with no small amount of longing. Not actually going for it, just considering it.

It didn't help that there weren't any calls coming in today, nor even an errant bit of paperwork in need of filing.

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Come noon there was a Steven carrying an insulated lunch bag. But, perhaps even more important, a small tray with two coffees on it.

"Hello, you," he said when he arrived at Llewellyn's office door.

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"Hello, you." Steven's arrival was met with a genuine, if tired, smile.

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Since his hands were full, Steven used his foot to push the door closed behind him. "I've brought coffee."

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"You," Watts said, standing up to greet him. "Are truly wonderful."

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Steven held out the tray of coffee with a flourish. "I thought you might need it. Or them, if you'd rather have both. I don't mind. Mochas."

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"Just one ought to do," Watts said gratefully as he took the tray, and then turned to place it on his desk so he could pull Steven in for a proper hello.

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Steven kissed him back, trying to offer him both a hello and some comfort for how tired he was feeling.

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When Watts finally broke the kiss, he took a moment to lean in to Steven's embrace, forehead resting on his shoulder.

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Steven leaned over to put the lunch bag onto Llewellyn's desk so he could have both arms free to hug Llewellyn properly. "How are you feeling, love?"

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"Tired," Watts grumbled, all but melting in to that embrace. "Happy to see you."

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Steven rubbed Llewellyn's back comfortingly. "Happy to be seen. Hopefully things have been quiet?"