Author's note: The second piece to the 100 moods challenge! More will follow soon!

Summary: David tries to read a book, but Griffin doesn't make it easy for him. Yet for once, David does not really seem to care. (Pre-slash DavidxGriffin)

2/100: Good

I look up from my book as I hear Griffin come in. He is soaked from head to toe. His hair drips and he leaves behind a trail of water on the floor.

I realize I stare at him for a moment too long as Griffin raises an eyebrow and shakes his head as he walks towards his bedroom. I fight down a blush and I am grateful Griffin isn't around to see it.

"I take it you've got him?" I ask and turn myself on the couch so I am facing his room.

"Unfortunately not," Griffin replies. I hear the sound of a piece of wet clothing fall onto the floor and as Griffin takes a step forward I can see him putting a black T-shirt over his head. My eyes linger a little too long on the exposed piece of skin, but fortunately he doesn't seem to notice.

"He didn't show up. Some other guy came in his place. I didn't even recognize him, so either he's a newbie or so lowly ranked I've never had the pleasure to meet him."

"He wasn't there?" I ask, unable to hide my surprise.

"Don't you ever listen?" Griffin replies and I shake my head. He can't see it though, but I don't think he cares. "It was no problem, we won't have to see this guy ever again."

I hear the ruffle of falling clothes again and I force myself not to picture it.

"Did you..." I cough to clear my suddenly dry throat. "Did you get any information from him?"

"No, neither of them was willing to speak."

"Them?"

Griffin walks towards his doorway and looks at me, just putting on his belt. I try not to let my eyes wander to where his hands are.

"It was just three of them, no problem."

"You didn't get hurt did you?" I can't help the small bit of concern slip through. Griffin smirks and walks towards the small kitchen.

"Not all of us are as clumsy as you are, David."

I ignore his comment and instead face my book. I try to read, but the words don't seem to make any sense. I glance up when a bottle of beer is put in my line of view.

"Thanks," I utter and grab it.

"Scoot."

"Go find your own spot."

"Well, look at that, I just found one."

"This one's taken," I reply with a sigh and look back at my book. A sound of surprise escapes me when my legs are pulled up.

"Not anymore." Griffin sits down and I could swear I saw a smile appear on his lips for the tiniest of moments, but it was gone before I could think anything of it. Nevertheless I put my legs back to where they were; however this time resting on Griffin's legs instead of the soft pillows.

Much to my surprise he doesn't seem to care and only reaches over to grab one of his reports. He lets it rest on my shins and all I can do it stare for a few moments. Quickly I avert my eyes and pretend to read again, but I have to read the same line ten times before it's meaning reaches my mind. From over the top of the book I glance towards him and he plays with a pen between his fingers, his focus entirely on the report. I don't know what has gotten him in this mood but I sure as hell am not complaining. I might as well enjoy it while it lasts; with Griffin you never know.