The redhead started making the tea. “ True, but it’s still like a death trap. I tripped and fell this morning over a stack of books.” At this point he should know better, but he was half asleep then.
It didn’t take long for the tea to be ready. He brought a cup carefully over to the younger male, making sure not to fall and spill it on either of them. Or the books, Bookman would kill him if he got it on the books. “Here, don’t burn yourself.”
Allen took the cup carefully, and sipped his tea quietly. The warmth and scent of the tea, along with the sense of safety in Lavi’s presence, was starting to finally make him relaxed and sleepy.
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