He ran his hand through his hair as he walked to the front door. "Aiden," his surprise was clear on his face. "What are you doing here?"
"Clearly interrupting a good pity party," she teased, rolling her eyes at him. She held up a bag and shrugged. "Stuff for grilled cheese sandwiches. And beer."
Adam stepped aside to let her in and locked the door behind her.
"Heard about what happened today."
"Yeah. That sucked," his face started to turn red.
"Thought you could use a little comfort." She took the bag in the kitchen and put it in the fridge, coming back with two beers. "You know, you could actually call when you're having such a shitty day. Instead of waiting for me to hear about it six hours later."
He sat down on the couch next to her and shrugged. "I'm okay. I don't wanna bother anybody."
"I wish you would." She tucked her feet under her and turned toward him. "You don't bother me. Never have, never will." Her hand snaked out and rested over his.
Adam took another drink of his beer, then let his gaze drift to her. "We could always save the grilled cheese sandwiches for tomorrow," he suggested.
Gripping his hand a little tighter, Aiden nodded and sank into the couch, tucking herself into his side. "Yeah. Tomorrow."