Friday, February 19th, 2016
It had been a long week at work, with most days seeing Micah at the office for twelve or more hours of the day. There had been an elevated threat level due to credible intel from a source inside a terrorist cell and the entire team had been running themselves into the ground to sort it out. They'd eventually found the group in DC and had dispatched the FBI to detain them so unless they'd missed something—which they hadn't—the country was safe for another couple days at least.
In the small amount of time he had been at home he'd managed to completely destroy the organizational system in his bedroom. There had been clothes piled on the floor and dishes on the bedside table, and the few clothing items that had been put away were in the wrong place. Since he'd gotten home an hour ago he'd managed to eat a proper meal for the first time in days and had cleaned the things off the floor, but now he was searching for pants that weren't dress pants and having no luck.
"You're ruining my life," Hayes complained, walking into his room and face planting into his unmade bed. Micah, startled and uncomfortably aware he was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, didn't respond. "I was asked out by a perfectly good guy today and you know what? I turned him down. I turned him down! He's good looking, smart, interested in a lot of the same things I am. We got along in the study group we were in together. And I turned him down and it's all your fault."
"Hayes, I'm sure it is my fault and I'm really sorry about whatever I did, but can we have this conversation when I'm wearing pants?" Micah asked, voice a little strangled.
"You don't need to apologize for—wait, what?" Her head popped up and she turned over, checking that he wasn't wearing pants.
"On a side note, do you have any idea where all of my non-work pants went?" he inquired.
"Washing machine," she answered after a distracted moment.
"Thank you." He waited for her to leave his room and after a moment of no movement he cleared his throat, waving her towards the door. "Do you mind..?"
"Hey, I'm always prancing around in skimpy clothing. It's about time you returned the favour," she said, nonetheless rolling off of the bed and leaving. He watched her until she disappeared from view into the main living area, pursing his lips to keep from smiling.
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