POV: ArcherArcher was in the kitchen when she walked in.He was leaning against the counter with a mug in his hand, grey t-shirt, sweats, looking like he had nowhere better to be at midnight, which honestly he didn't.She stopped in the doorway when she saw him, then came in anyway and went straight to the kettle like he wasn't there.He watched her fill it and set it to boil and find a mug from the cabinet and do all of it without looking at him once, which told him everything about the kind of night she'd had.He already knew where she'd been. Marcus had mentioned it without meaning to — Alpha Alaric called the coordinator up at seven thirty. Just information, no opinion attached, Marcus never had opinions about anything out loud. But Archer had heard it and filed it and said nothing, which was its own kind of patience for him.The kettle boiled. She made her tea and turned around and leaned against the opposite counter and finally looked at him properly."Couldn't sleep," he said.
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