"Hey, bug," Jackson beams at Harriet, opening the door for his ex-wife as she carefully hands him their daughter, "Do you wanna come in for a sec, have a coffee?"
"Sure." She places the baby bag down inside, taking off her jacket and hanging it on one of the coat hooks nearby.
As she makes her way over to his new couch, she can't help but feel a little taken aback. "Whats with the throw pillows?" April asks with a raised eyebrow, "You hate throw pillows."
Jackson pauses for a moment, staring at the assortment of soft gold and navy pillows that were strewn around the grey couch. "Uh, yeah, I still do...Maggie bought them."
It was just a little white lie, he told himself.
The truth was that he'd found himself subconsciously drawn to them when he'd been shopping for his new apartment. He wasn't sure why entirely, given how many times over the years he'd felt they were a pointless addition to the places he'd shared with April, but for some reason, they felt comforting - almost like a piece of home was there. It had been the same with the key hooks, which he'd found himself using even after she'd moved out and things had ended between them for good. They just seemed so practical, and perhaps she had rubbed off on him in more ways then he'd be willing to admit.
"Yeah? I like them," She comments with a smile, suddenly feeling like the apartment felt a little more homely. She also couldn't help but feel like she'd won, somehow - given how much he used to tease her about her love of throw pillows and how useless they were, "See? I told you they were useful."
He chuckles, placing their daughter down in her play pen before heading over to the kitchen to pour them some freshly-brewed coffee.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm still not convinced," He mumbles, heading back over to the living room area with two mugs in hand, before placing them on the table and sitting down on the other end of the couch.
"Uh huh. Sureeee," She counters with a smirk, and he can't help but feel like he missed this - the banter, the endless mountain of throw pillows, their friendship. Her.