Aftermath - Finale
“Hey, CJ.” Mitchell looked up from his notes, which seemed dusty despite being in a four star hotel.
“You eat yet?” She looked at him with amusement.
“Uh, I think I had a bagel.” He blinked owlishly at her.
“Right. Come on.”
“But I’m not done translating this scroll.”
“You can finish later.” She huffed an irritated breath. “Did you ever eat before we met?”
He shuffled uncomfortably, “General Douglas had a petty officer assigned to bring me food three times a day.”
“Mitchell,” she walked over to his desk and placed a hand on his cheek. “I’m worried. You get so caught up that you forget things. Like food,” she wrinkled her nose, “and hygiene.”
He sniffed his shirt and made a face. “I didn’t notice that before.” She glared at him, but she knew he saw the real worry there. “Okay, I’m sorry. Let me take a shower. Then we can go down to a restaurant and eat.”
She nodded firmly.
He took his time, but she didn’t mind. She looked over the piles of books and scrolls with a fond smile. There was a certain comfort with Mitchell around. In the way his things had a chaos to them, even though she knew he could find anything in seconds. She was considering asking if he wanted to move in with her once the new institute was built.
By the time he finished, CJ’s stomach has started to growl lightly. “Feel better?”
He gave a lopsided smile, “Yeah, definitely.” He finished buttoning his shirt. He missed a button and smiling, she buttoned it for him. “Thanks. You ready then?”
“Yeah, come on.” As they walked out the door, she slipped her hand into his and lightly leaned into him. He smiled down at her and lightly squeezed her hand.
Downstairs, as they approached the house restaurant CJ stopped Mitchell. “Let’s find somewhere else, okay?”
“Why? What’s wrong with this place?”
Silently, she pointed inside, where Hitomi and Alana where sitting at a table, holding hands. They didn’t look like they were talking much.
“Yeah, let’s find somewhere else.”
They did, and settled comfortably into the roomy booth. CJ ordered two glasses of wine, and at Mitchell’s questioning look, held up hers.
“To the future, Mitchell. To our future.”
He clinked his glass to hers, and smiled softly. With a slight blush on his face, he answered, “To our future.”
“You eat yet?” She looked at him with amusement.
“Uh, I think I had a bagel.” He blinked owlishly at her.
“Right. Come on.”
“But I’m not done translating this scroll.”
“You can finish later.” She huffed an irritated breath. “Did you ever eat before we met?”
He shuffled uncomfortably, “General Douglas had a petty officer assigned to bring me food three times a day.”
“Mitchell,” she walked over to his desk and placed a hand on his cheek. “I’m worried. You get so caught up that you forget things. Like food,” she wrinkled her nose, “and hygiene.”
He sniffed his shirt and made a face. “I didn’t notice that before.” She glared at him, but she knew he saw the real worry there. “Okay, I’m sorry. Let me take a shower. Then we can go down to a restaurant and eat.”
She nodded firmly.
He took his time, but she didn’t mind. She looked over the piles of books and scrolls with a fond smile. There was a certain comfort with Mitchell around. In the way his things had a chaos to them, even though she knew he could find anything in seconds. She was considering asking if he wanted to move in with her once the new institute was built.
By the time he finished, CJ’s stomach has started to growl lightly. “Feel better?”
He gave a lopsided smile, “Yeah, definitely.” He finished buttoning his shirt. He missed a button and smiling, she buttoned it for him. “Thanks. You ready then?”
“Yeah, come on.” As they walked out the door, she slipped her hand into his and lightly leaned into him. He smiled down at her and lightly squeezed her hand.
Downstairs, as they approached the house restaurant CJ stopped Mitchell. “Let’s find somewhere else, okay?”
“Why? What’s wrong with this place?”
Silently, she pointed inside, where Hitomi and Alana where sitting at a table, holding hands. They didn’t look like they were talking much.
“Yeah, let’s find somewhere else.”
They did, and settled comfortably into the roomy booth. CJ ordered two glasses of wine, and at Mitchell’s questioning look, held up hers.
“To the future, Mitchell. To our future.”
He clinked his glass to hers, and smiled softly. With a slight blush on his face, he answered, “To our future.”
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