Notes: Another day, another drabble.
2. I hate you
'I hate you.'
Lisbon furrowed her brow and allowed her gaze to hover over Jane's eyes a little longer than usual. The tone of his voice suggested a level of wittiness, but she could never be too careful. His lips curled at the corners though his cheery expression hadn't quite reached his eyes. Sometimes he behaved like a petulant child who needed his mother to chastise him for behaving in such a way, and quite frankly, Lisbon was sick of it.
'Grow up,' she retorted and the harshness of her voice pressed into the glare she sent in his direction.