Daisy finished the sentence and hit Ctrl+P. The printer began to print as she leaned back in her chair and stretched. She then proceeded to crack her knuckles and the joints in her sore fingers.

"Jemma'd kill me for this." she muttered under her breath, imagining what her friend would say. You'll cause joint pain when you're older, Daisy! It was like Simmons was here in the room with her.

Alas, she was not. And neither is Lincoln, Daisy noted, frowning as she glanced around the bedroom and found it empty. She could've sworn he was in here reading his book on the bed a couple of minutes ago.

It was then that she heard music coming from down the hallway and felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She got up, abandoning her printing paper and walked to the kitchen.

Lincoln was there, wearing a ratty t-shirt and pajama bottoms and washing the dishes. She went closer and slid her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her face into his back.

"I'm sorry. It's my turn to do them." Lincoln shifted his head to look back at her.

"It's fine. You had a paper." he said nonchalantly. Daisy pulled her face away to look him in the eye.

"No, it's not fine. It was my turn and I'm missing out on everything it's my turn to do. Even good things."

"That is true. Now that you take the bus, I get to pick the car music everyday." Daisy groaned at his teasing and buried her face in his back again.

"I don't get to see you anymore, though." Lincoln remained quiet this time, and she could feel her guilt levels shoot up even higher, if possible.

They stayed like that for a couple minutes, her hands around him.

Then Lincoln put the last pot in the dish rack and dried his hands before turning to face her. She kept her head down, looking at her feet.

"I'm not mad, honestly. Got it?"

When she remained quiet, he slid his hands down her arms and pulled her hands from out behind her back.

"I said, got it?" Daisy remained quiet. She still felt upset about all the things Lincoln had to sacrifice just so she could go to school. He was persistent, though.

The song changed to "Brown Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison and the mood immediately shifted. Lincoln grinned and lifted up her arms to his shoulders, his hands going down to her waist.

"You know, you're my brown eyed girl." he added as the chorus of the song came blasting through their crappy stereo. Daisy rolled her eyes.

"God, you're a nerd."

He grinned and began to sing the lyrics softly while making exaggerated swinging motions with his hips.

When the second verse arrived, he stopped and glanced down at her, seeing the guilt that was still plainly on her face. The easy smile slid off his face for a second, but he brought it back up with a renewed effort.

"I don't actually know the words to this part, if we're being honest." he said abruptly. "I bet I can guess them, though." Lincoln began to sing in some language Daisy doubted existed. She laughed and then looked up at him in mock concern.

"Seriously, though? You don't know the words?"

"Nah, just trying to make you smile." Daisy hit him on the shoulder but didn't object when he pulled her close to him again. They swayed in a slow circle. Lincoln stopped his gibberish singing and just began to hum as he rested his chin atop her head.

"Okay, real talk. We need a new stereo." She added, smiling when she heard the another burst of static and the sigh that meant she was right.