InsaneJournal

Avery smothered a yawn where he was reclining in bed, messing around on his phone instead of getting out of bed. He felt like he’d been getting up early for work every day for a month, and it was just so great to not have to rush out and get a story. He could stay here where it was warm, with one arm around Lyra’s bare shoulders, and not have to go anywhere or do anything.

It was kinda cool being married, honestly. Sometimes, like now, spending time in companionable silence, bodies lying close in the warm and comfort. He was thinking about asking her if she wanted a quickie but at the same time… he really didn’t want to move.

When he got the message from Apollo, he ignored it for a minute, because he didn’t realise what it was for. It took a follow up where the god changed his mind on the size and insisted on something bigger for him to take it seriously. Then he stiffened and half sat up, frowning at his phone. What the fuck? Apollo was asking him to go and fetch coffee? What was he, a personal assistant?

But- but but but- maybe he should go, right? Go and see what Apollo wants coffee fetched specifically by Avery for? Maybe?