AN: Spoilers for Season three of Game of Thrones.

I promised more office shenanigans! So here they are! These guys are so much fun to write. There will be more.

"Soul? Hey uuh-"

"Maka it's like," He blinked at the alarm clock next to his bed until the numbers made sense, "It's two in the morning."

"I know, sorry, I shouldn't have and just-"

"Are you crying!? Maka what's wrong?" Soul sat bolt upright with his phone cradled between his shoulder and head while he scrambled for more to wear than just his boxers. "Where are you? I'll come get you, just give me-"

"No, no Soul, I'm fine, kind of, I just…I watched the Red Wedding." Her voice wavered and Soul stopped dead.

"You- you what!?"

"And Mama Stark! Soul!" Maka was crying and she didn't even care. "And Arya was there! She saw everything!"

"Maka. Maka calm down, you're safe right?" There was a sniffle that he took as a yes and Soul let himself relax. They hadn't been talking much outside of work recently, a disagreement about who they thought belonged on the iron throne had them glaring daggers at each other for the last few days.

"Could, could I please…can I come over?" Between the static over the phone and how quiet she was he almost missed it.

"Wha- I mean yeah. Sure thing."

"See you in fifteen."

The knock at the door startled him back awake from where he was sitting on the couch. Soul'd thrown on an old white undershirt but hadn't bothered with sleeping pants. Maka could deal with his boxers, though he had a feeling she wouldn't care much at all after seeing that episode.

She was standing there when Soul opened the door, in her slippers wither her coat thrown on over a pink tank top and a pair boxers with a bone pattern on them. Her eyes were still red and her face crumpled as fresh tears began to spill over. He sighed and pulled her against his chest as she began to sob about the Starks and terrible books and everyone she ever loved dying.

Soul guided them to the couch where Maka curled up almost completely in his lap and clutching at his shirt. "Thought we were going to watch that episode together, you dork. I warned you."

"But I was mad at you! And I just kept watching and I didn't realize and then the song and-"

"Yeah yeah, I know kid. Just get it all out."

"AND ARYA SAW IT ALL!"

"I warned you to wait and watch it with me."

"I didn't know! Soul!" Maka continued to cry against him for the better part of an hour. She'd always been a Stark sympathizer and Soul had known that it was going to kill her. He held his coworker close, because they weren't dating and he didn't really know what to call her these days.

Ever since that horribly hot day they'd left work early they had been spending more time together outside of work that at work. And they spent a lot of time together at work. They'd watched almost all of the Game of Throne series together, then at Maka's insistence they watched Firefly to which Soul countered with Cowboy Bebop. It had become a game to introduce each other to new shows that they could geek out over. Game of Thrones remained to be their go to series though.

Hence why he was kind of ok attempting to comfort a near hysterical Maka at almost three in the morning on a Tuesday. Well, Wednesday technically. Work was going to suck today.

"You ok?"

"Do I have to be?" Maka asked, she had finally calmed down enough to realize how absurd the entire situation was. But he was really warm and it was way past when she usually went to bed. Plus after the emotion turmoil and all the crying she was completely exhausted.

"Yeah you kinda do, there's another episode left and then we get to wait for the next season."

"I hate this show." Her voice was muffled by his shirt and sleep and Soul didn't bother to hide his yawn. He squeezed her shoulder and pulled down one of the blankets that Maka had bought for his couch to cover them. She always complained about cold toes in his apartment.

They fell over from how they'd fallen asleep and woke up actually lying together on the couch instead of Maka just mostly in Soul's lap while they sat on the couch. The just mostly was an important detail for Maka, because if she wasn't entirely in his lap it wasn't inappropriate. Their current position though was entirely inappropriate. Her hair felt damp, which meant he had drooled on her, again, and his morning wood was pressed against her stomach. But to be fair, one of her hands was under his shirt and clutching at his back while she had a sinking feeling that as soon as she could feel her other hand it would be tangled in his hair.

Another morning where they'd wake up, blush, and not talk about it. Not all that new really. Maka sighed and began to detach herself from Soul before rolling off the couch and onto the floor. He grunted and squinted at her while she walked away. Those boxers really did look familiar, hell he was missing a pair just like them…oh. Soul groaned and shoved his face further into the couch, least her ass looked good in them.

The sound of the coffee grinder forced him off the couch, they never said much before coffee, couldn't really, words were hard without caffeine. By the time he'd shuffled into the kitchen the coffee maker was gurgling and Maka was glaring at it trying to make it brew faster. Soul chuckled and got two mugs for them, one of his boring blue ones for him and Maka's HBIC mug. He still wasn't sure how it ended up at his place.

As soon as there was enough coffee for two cups Maka filled their mugs and handed his back with a strange look. Oh, it wasn't one of the plain blue ones, it was his "World's Coolest Dad" mug. Maka quirked and eyebrow and he shrugged while sipping at the perfect, life giving, deliciously hot, black coffee. He didn't have kids yet, his older brother was just a dick with a bad sense of humor. Soul didn't doubt that he'd get shit for it later when she was actually awake

Maka raided his fridge for the half and half he kept around just for her. Soon as her coffee was the proper shade of "way too much milk, you should have just steamed it and had an au lait 'cause now all you've got is lukewarm milky coffee" and she could see straight Maka blinked at the clock on his stove and went rigid.

"We're LATE."

"Yeah kinda what happens when you-"

"I still have to get clothing! And my stuff! Fuck! Why didn't you wake me up?" Maka began a frantic scramble while Soul just took another sip of his coffee.

"We're late either way. I still have that blue suit, yes it's dry cleaned, from whenever the fuck you left it here, you can do without your briefcase for a day, you know it's a light day don't even argue with me." Soul finished with a poignant look over the top of his mug.

"But we're late! I'm going to take a quick shower, how long do you need to be ready to go?"

"You know, we could save some time and water if we showered together." He grinned at her and thanked whatever gods existed that she was holding her favorite mug because he was pretty sure she would have thrown any other mug at him in a heartbeat.

Yup, mornings with Maka were always entertaining and he hadn't even worked up the gall to kiss her yet.