Prompt: BreakReim and modern AU (from Button)
Rating: K
Warnings: BreakReim.
I end up writing so much fluff with these two. It's simultaneously amazing and also weird as hell.
He doesn't even like coffee—it's much too bitter, no matter how much sugar he douses it in—but the women at the cafe all know him and his order by heart.
Maybe he really has done this a thousand times—it's always morning, no longer perfectly early, the odd moment between the start of the day and lunchtime, when he drops in; it's not every day, certainly, but he can tell the days that he needs it and it's not like Xerxes is going to actually do his paperwork in order to lighten the load on that man's shoulders. (there are too many reasons for that; none of them matter.)
He slips into the office unannounced, uninvited—he doesn't bother to knock on the door anymore, if he ever did in the first place. That's exactly the expression he expected, he thinks, almond eyes glaring from behind oval lenses, and a sigh that says both "I don't have time for this" and "I'm not in the mood for this" in succinct exasperation—and it's not as though he'd expect (or want, really) Reim to have any more faith in him than that.
The drink is set on top of a report (intentionally, but he's going to deny it) as he leans over the desk, seeming to touch everything and he could really make a mess here (he's won't, but he's going to make the illusion of it). It's a rare chance, while the brunet's just a little too flustered over the possibilities at hand and he's sitting below eye-level, for him to place a tiny kiss on his forehead—
—there's a pause, and then all at once he's shouting about how you're trying to distract me and I'm really busy right now and don't you have something better to be doing, but Xerxes only laughs.