A/N: Oh Hello.
027. Dependency
Mondays were never good with him.
"No coffee this morning?" He was surprised when he had walked in, this time not as late as the previous, and found that there wasn't a cup of coffee on his desk. Did the military really think a man such as himself, let alone anyone with a desk job, could actually function in the morning without caffeine?
"The coffee maker in the cafeteria broke, sir," She hadn't even bothered to stop signing papers as she spoke to him.
"Damn," He muttered as he walked towards his desk. He eyed the stack of paperwork and inwardly groaned. He was sure that he was bound to fall asleep half-way through.
Which he had managed to do at around two o'clock. The other men had excused themselves for the day.
Hawkeye sighed, knowing that she would have to finish his work for him. Somehow, she wasn't quite sure, she had managed to forge his signature. He had terrible hand writing anyways. After she had finished, she filed them like always. She would still return to find him asleep. She would wake him by shaking his shoulder every so slightly, and yelling, "Colonel," at varying degrees until he heard her.
He would wake and apologize to her for having to fill out his paperwork again. Most days, she wouldn't respond to him, but she would surprise him by telling him that it didn't bother her. "As long as you make it to the top," she would tell him. They would both grab their coats and walk out, her locking the office behind them.
They usually walked home. She once told him that she preferred it to driving. At the corner where he went left and she right, he would fumble with his words. He never was really good with good-byes. She would always speak before he even got the chance, "Good-night Sir," It was so simple to say just that. It was only three words for God's sake. He relied on it though, he supposed. That was what he would keep with him until the morning.
A/N: I missed doing shorter ones.