Quintis One-Shots!

Shut...UP!!!

It was 5am and Happy and Toby were still on the roof of the complex.

Happy's POV:

I still feel Toby's arms around my torso. My legs across his. My head leaning on his chest. Its comfortable.
As I look at the sunrise I could feel the cool breeze.
Living in Los Angeles, it doesn't get "cold" in the winter. The weather is perfect all year long.
December and January are often like fall in the southwest.
So it being the day before Halloween the breeze in the morning feels nice but its not as nice as it will be in a couple weeks.
I look up at Toby. He's still sleeping but I know we should get up soon. And plus I'm seriously craving chocolate covered pretzels.
   "Doc." I whisper still looking at him. He doesn't flinch. Perks of having a deep sleeping feancé.
I kiss him, hoping that'll work. It usually does.
He kisses me back, but his eyes stay closed after.
   "Doc..." I say trying to stay positive, because I know I'll get mad soon.
   "Babe I need food. Get up." I'm mad now.
   "But I'm tired..." He says, with his raspy, early morning voice. I always say that, I sounds like he's been smoking for years, in the mornings.
   "But I'm hungry. Get up."
   "I can't get up until you do. Your legs are kind of on top of mine." I get up. And then he does.
We walk down the steps, and back through the window.
I see a sleeping Walter, turned toward the window the same way he was when we left. Last night, I was facing my end of the bed where my feancé was on the floor, and Walter was still facing the window. It like he was thinking about Paige. Which he probably was. Or at least I hope so. Me and Toby have been shipping it since Paige first became part of the team.
I grab my phone off the nightstand and grab some clothes. So does Toby, and we go to the bathroom.
I close the door and turn on Pandora. Heathens by Twenty One Pilots comes on. Toby sit on the floor, Leaning against the bathroom door, scrolling through Instagram (we do not speak of Eddie not having an IG) as I undress and get in the shower.
The warm water down my back, the soapy shampoo I'm my hair, and Twenty One Pilots playing in the bathroom. Its perfect.
I finish my shower and wrap a towel around me. I get out of the shower and Toby looks up at me and smiles. He stands up and runs his fingers through my dark wet hair.
I hear a knock on the bathroom door.
   "Please turn the music down." Walter says through the door.
Toby kisses me and gets in the shower.
I avoid looking in the mirror when I put the towel on the floor. So I grab my clothes and put them on as fast as possible. I've always been an insecure person, even by myself.
I hear a knock on the bathroom door, again.
   "Can you PLEASE turn the music down. I'm trying to sleep!" Walter says through the door, again. He'll get over it.
I finish getting dressed. And put on my makeup. By this time Toby's out of the shower, getting dressed.
   "Turn the music DOWN!!!" Walter doesn't even knock on the door this time.
We're both dressed so I open the door.
   "Look Walter, I know this is hard for you. Its hard for both of us. I'm not use to sleeping with anyone except Toby, and you're not use to hearing music at 5 in the morning. So this is hard for both of us. But we just need to get used to things." I explain to Walter.
   "Or maybe you could just turn your music down." He mumbles under his breath.
   "My music isn't loud. You just have sensitive hearing!" I'm still hungry.
   "Well you could just try turning it down a little bit. Maybe that'll help. It's just more efficient." Again with the "more efficient" crap.
   "Look Mr. 197, I'm carrying a baby, and I'm starving! So don't argue with me!" I'm seriously starting to sound like Toby.
   "Well maybe you shouldn't have started this stupid relationship with Toby! Because you knew you were married, and now you're having a baby! And Toby isn't even mature enough to be a father! This is why relationships are inefficient and...stupid!" Walter yells, actually getting mad now.
   "No! I would never change Toby for anything! And he may be a total shithead sometimes, but he'll be a better father than mine ever was! I used to think relationships were stupid, until I met him. Maybe I shouldn't have helped you in the first place!" I grab my car keys and walk outside.
Down the stairs and through the parking lot. I pick up speed and now I'm running. Running away from my problems, I guess you could call it.
I stopped at Kovelskys. I'm starving. I go inside and I get a coffee. I sit at a booth, by myself. Just like I did when Toby was still having Amy issues a long time ago.

Toby finally arrives. I knew he would eventually. But I also knew he would have something to say to Walter after what happened.
   "Hey." I say as he sits across from me.
   "Hey."
   "So what'd you say to Walter?" I ask out of pure curiosity.
   "I just told him that he's a jackass and he doesn't need to talk to you like that again. He told me to tell you that he was sorry, and that he didn't mean anything he said, and that he just got mad. So yea, thats pretty much what happened when you left." Toby explained.
   "I shouldn't have said that I shouldn't have helped him. Because if I didn't than I wouldn't be with you, and he wouldn't be with Paige, and Scorpion wouldn't even be a thing. Crap! I messed up. I need to go apologize." I say, and we leave Kovelskys.
When we get back to the apartment Walter is sitting at the bar in the kitchen, drinking his crappy coffee.
   "Walter." I say getting his attention, "I'm sorry about what I said. I was really just hungry. I'm not used to being pregnant. But that's no excuse for what I said. I'm sorry." I state.
   "It's okay. I get it. I'm sorry too. Thank you for apologizing."