"IN THE KITCHEN BEING PUNISHED FOR MY EXCELLENT SENSE OF HUMOR!"
She sticks her head into the hallway, starting to speak before she notices the fact that the person with Raylan is not Tim. No one ever said her situational awareness is great when she's feeling relaxed. "I'm washing mugs. I ran out of room in the sink which is why a bunch are still--"
Athena stops abruptly, really registering the man following Raylan. She steps into the hall, hands damp and a little sudsy, eyes huge.
"You're fucking with me," she says, though it's not entirely clear whether she's saying it to Raylan or Jeff or Mathias at large.
But no, it has to be Jeff. He's there with his stupid face that's so much like Raylan's and not at all, in an outfit that totally could have come out of one of these nineties closets, jeans and flannel over a tatty Jesus and Mary Chain band t-shirt. Barefoot. With a guitar slung over his shoulders.
Her eyes fill with unintentional tears, the little question coming out almost silent. "Jeff?"
She doesn't actually wait for him to answer. Just bolts down the hall and slams into him, pressing her face against his chest and telling herself not to cry even though it's already way too late to stop it. "What the fuck are you doing here you stupid fucker!"
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She sticks her head into the hallway, starting to speak before she notices the fact that the person with Raylan is not Tim. No one ever said her situational awareness is great when she's feeling relaxed. "I'm washing mugs. I ran out of room in the sink which is why a bunch are still--"
Athena stops abruptly, really registering the man following Raylan. She steps into the hall, hands damp and a little sudsy, eyes huge.
"You're fucking with me," she says, though it's not entirely clear whether she's saying it to Raylan or Jeff or Mathias at large.
But no, it has to be Jeff. He's there with his stupid face that's so much like Raylan's and not at all, in an outfit that totally could have come out of one of these nineties closets, jeans and flannel over a tatty Jesus and Mary Chain band t-shirt. Barefoot. With a guitar slung over his shoulders.
Her eyes fill with unintentional tears, the little question coming out almost silent. "Jeff?"
She doesn't actually wait for him to answer. Just bolts down the hall and slams into him, pressing her face against his chest and telling herself not to cry even though it's already way too late to stop it. "What the fuck are you doing here you stupid fucker!"