Jack was late for work, which more often an occurrence as he would have liked, but he knew that his Pumpkin would be there working away in his place. The best part about having an intern was that the intern did whatever Jack didn't want to do, or have time to do. Which meant that he could technically sleep in as late as he wanted, and could potentially have less work than the day had actually intended on him having. Jack had been up late spending time with Angel, making sure she got the love and attention that she needed from her only outside interaction. The night had run late during their session of Bunkers and Badasses, and Jack just couldn't say no to his Princess when she asked to play a few more little dungeons.

Rounding the next corner Jack plowed directly into an opposing force. He felt his coffee burn it's way through his shirts and the hem of his jeans. "Sonofabitch! Watch where I'm going!" His voice echoed down the hallway, causing several lowly employees to peek out from their doorways and cubicles.

Standing in front of Jack was Vaughn, more covered in hot coffee than Jack was, a frown set firmly onto his face. "Well, ya know...it was a corner…" He said, trying to rebuttal gently.

"A corner? A corner?! Kiddo, my footsteps don't sound like anyone else's on this station. So, well, ya know, get the picture before you get shot out into space. Got it?! And for that matter, I'm docking this coffee from your pay. Now, if you'll excuse me, I actually have work to do today." Jack barged forward, knocking Vaughn at the shoulder and into the wall with plenty of force.

With a quick glance at the clock in his techno-modified eyes Jack noted the time and pressed on, hoping that his little intern had gotten at least half of his work pile done. Thoughtlessly, Jack stepped into a nearby elevator, only noticing too late that it was full of pions; before he could turn around to leave, the doors closed him in with the lot. His rolled his eyes, feeling as if they may roll so far back in his angst ridden morning that they would never come back to their natural state. Thankfully his baby blue and baby green came back to neutral, leaving him to watch the reflections of everyone in the small space behind him. To his lack of surprise they were all dying over the fact that they were sharing an elevator with "The" Handsome Jack -taking selfies, texting their friends, getting a good whiff of his cologne. A scowl crept onto Jack's face as the elevator music hummed along in the background. He could still feel the heat of his spilled coffee against his stomach.

Gnawing on his bottom lip he waited for what seemed like an eternity.

The doors opened to the world of the lunchroom, thousands of little worker bees were taking their breaks and inhaling their meals. In the air hung the scent of almost a hundred restaurants, all chose by Jack because he liked all of them -everything from Thai to the iconic Skag-kabob. For a moment he considered grabbing lunch for just himself, but then thought otherwise and stopped by the Thai place and ordered 'the usual.'

"Pumpkin! I brought lunch!" Jack chimed as he bust in through the office doors, holding his bags of food up in the air as if they were trophies. The surprised expression of Rhys' face was priceless, and fluttering to the floor were what had once been a stack of papers from his desk. "You look a little startled! Relax, Kiddo, you're fine. Come on, clear your table." A soft blush bloomed onto Rhys' face as he shuffled the papers and quickly made room.

"You didn't have to bring lunch, Jack...I was gonna go on my break when you got here." Rhys smiled softly as he spoke, picking up the papers that had fallen onto the floor.

Jack enjoyed the view before closing the space between them and plopping the food bags on the desk. "I know you like Thai, so I got you some Thai. Now you can just eat here during your break! Which is great, because then you can fill me in on whatever you have been working on today. How 'bout it, Pumpkin?"

Rhys stood, setting his collection of papers aside before peeking into the bags. "I think I can handle that," Jack leaned in and pecked his cheek with a soft kiss, "thank you for bringing me lunch. As for paperwork, it's not all that interesting. Just filing from yesterday, that neither of us wanted to do yesterday. Remember?"

"Yeah." Jack hummed as he dug into the bags and began to divvy up the dishes and side dishes.

"Hey Jack?"

Jack glanced over, noting that the tone of Rhys' voice was a little more soft than usual. He cocked a brow and cracked open his chops sticks, landing in his seat. "Yeah, Pumpkin?"

Across from Jack, Rhys seemed to look a little uncomfortable, wringing the yellow tie that Jack liked in his hands nervously. Jack watched as his Pumpkin quickly built up the courage to speak, "Jack, I want to stay the night at your place. Please. I'm tired of playing in the office, I want to know that you're in this as much as I am. I want….I want cuddles and sharing drinks, making a dinner together once a week. Things like that. So if you want this to keep going, you'll have to agree to my terms….okay?"

Rhys had managed to take Jack by surprise -that was the last thing Jack would have expected to hear out of the kid. Jack steepled his fingers and thought for a moment, then glanced up from his, still untouched, food. "Rebuttal. We cuddle with a movie, of my choice. I can drink you under the counter with just my coke, but I'll take a drunk you any night!" Jack chuckled and stuck a piece of shrimp into his mouth, he then continued while chewing, "I like cooking, so," a pause to swallow, "you get to help, maybe, once a week. At my discretion, as my sous chef. But, you can pick the meal when I let you help. How's that sound, Cupcake? Good?"

"No." Rhys stated more firmly than Jack was expecting. "Counter-rebuttal. I want dinner once a week. If I have to deal with your cruddy taste of movies, you have to deal with me being over for dinner once a week. That or no deal."

After a moment of thought, Jack nodded in agreement, watching Rhys' face ease into a small, triumphant smile. "Yeah, yeah, Kid. I agree to the terms and conditions! Now, eat your food before it gets cold, would ya? I paid good money for that!" Jack cracked a smile as he playfully chided his play thing.

"Jack, you own the restaurant, you didn't pay for that…" Rhys said with a sigh as he picked his dish off of the desk.