Harry Dresden and Ian
"They're not going to assign me." John and Wanda had already made that very clear, and ordered him to stay inside.
"I just..." Ian lowered his voice, forcing himself to act more calm. "I just don't like standing around. I'd feel better if I could go out for a run, then I could burn off some energy even if they won't let me fight." He crossed to the fridge and opened it. "Since I can't go out and run, I guess drinking is the next best option." He took out a beer. "You want one?"