Summary: Sanzo has a 'bad' morning.
I Hate You
"Get up, Sanzo."
"No." Sanzo buried his head under the pillow.
"I have coffee." Hakkai tempted.
"Shove off, I'm sleeping."
Hakkai chuckled. "No, you're moping. What's the crisis today, love?"
Sanzo replied with grunts and muffled curses. Hakkai set the mug down and curled up against the disgruntled priest.
"Come on, what is it?"
Sanzo lifted the pillow a fraction. "I know what you're doing, but please leave before I say something that you'll want to hit me for."
Hakkai peeked under the pillow, grinning. "I won't be scared off that easily, sweetheart."
"I hate you."
"Mmm… yes, I know."
