Smed hadn't expected Megan at the door so early. It was almost six and the coffee was on. Usually, Smed slept late on Sunday mornings.
"You want coffee?" He asked as he showed her to the kitchen. Molly had already left for a rummage sale with Dolby. It was what they did on Sundays together.
"Something happen?" He brought her a full cup of coffee and just half a cup for himself. He filled the rest of it up with milk and just a touch of sugar.
"No, not really." She just looked at the black coffee.
"Have you heard from you friend?" Smed hadn't. He guessed she was OK. He knew he shouldn't ask.
"Caitlin?" She warmed her hands on the cup even if it were so warm and muggy out.
Smed nodded. He was shirtless and barefooted. Only in his plaid boxers.
"I dunno about her anymore." Megan shrugged. "She seems different."
"Different?" Smed winced thinking they should both be there for her. Not here sitting at the table in the kitchen.
"Maybe its just me." Megan finally took a sip of the black coffee. Smed winced thinking how horrible it must taste.
"I couldn't sleep." She finally said. "I've been up all night. Practically."
"Oh." Smed cleared his throat and took a sip of his slightly warm coffee. "You want breakfast?" He got up then to go find the frying pan. He could make eggs, at least, but she caught his finger with hers. She slyly smiled.
Smed looked at her wide eyed. She'd came over for something else. He thought he might laugh out loud. When she wrapped her arms around him, he smiled as she kissed him. They were going back to bed. It was the funniest thing. Only she was serious about it.