*Nok, nok, nok*
It was a bit early. Hanna wasn't supposed to be picking up Brian until ten in the morning, a bit before the movers were to pick up the last of his things and move them to storage. But is was better to be early than late, right? Eight wasn't too early, was it?
She waited a few minutes before knocking again. He was probably still asleep. She shouldn't have come so early. She was going to seem creepy. Like one of those stalkers she sometimes picked up.
It certainly was taking him a while….
Hana bit her lip lightly as she glanced right, then left down the hallway Brian's apartment was in. All clear.
Pulling out the key she had been given, she quickly unlocked the door and slipped in, closing it behind her with a soft click. She gave a short exhale as she turned to survey the darkened room.
The room was nearly empty. All the knick-knacks were gone. All the wall art. In fact only the two overstuffed chairs and the large….wait!
The large couch was crushed on one side, like a massive fist came down on it, splintering the wooden frame and bursting the cushions.
Dropping the bags she had been carrying, her hands coming up to cover her mouth. "Brian!" she cried, stepping forward, but unsure what to do.
"Whazzat?!" Brian's head popped up from the behind the couch, blearily looking around. His hair was a tangle of sleep induced swirls. His head pivoted until he found Hanna by the door, then a slow, lazy smile spread across his face. "Hanna! Hey! Did I oversleep?"
"What?" Hanna shook her head, trying to stop the spinning and confusion. "I...no. I'm just...um...early... YOU'RE NOT WEARING PANTS!"
Brian had gripped the side of the couch and pulled himself up while blinking the drowsiness from his eyes. It even took a moment for Hanna's words to penetrate his fog addled mind. He looked down at himself to see that he was, in fact, not wearing pants. In point of fact, he was not wearing any clothing at all.
"Well….shit…" he said, quietly. The shock had penetrated his brain but at the moment he couldn't really do anything but play it cool.
FUCK, Brian screamed internally, however. Sombra is…. He desperately searched from the corner of his eyes, but seeing no signs of the notorious hacker. Other than the small purple teleport device with a small purple silk ribbon on it.
"Wow…." Hanna's voice brought Brian back around. She had come closer. A lot closer. In fact the only thing separating them now was the couch between them. Her hand rose, seemingly of its own volition, hesitating before the scar on his chest.
"Ah, hem," Brian cleared his throat, a fist over his mouth to hide his embarrassment, just as Hanna's eyes widened and snatched her hand back to clutch at her chest.
"I'm sorry...I knocked a couple times, but didn't hear anything, so I came in. Then I saw the couch, and was scared….and...and…." Hanna babbled, looking everywhere but at Brian. Through…..her eyes did tend to wander a bit….
"Yes…" Brian coughed as he casually reached down and gathered his clothes. He quickly began to pull on his pants, not so quickly that he was in danger of falling over as one would see in a bad rom/com vid. He would probably have to jump out the window at that point, run to the mountains and become a hermit. Standing up again, fully panted, he looked at the couch and shook his head. "Can we just go with there was an accident, and leave it at that for now? I don't want to get into everything at the moment. It's been a hell of a week."
"Right! Yes!" Hanna smirked as she came back around to look at him. "Should I make breakfast while we wait for the movers?"
"Depends….did you plan to make eggs?"
Hanna's big, dark eyes blinked as she looked into his, giving him a kind of warm feeling. "Yes, how did you know?"
"Well, when you dropped the bag there," he gestured behind her. "The eggs decided to make a break for it."
Hanna spun to look over her shoulder. "Shit…."