Ever since he'd told her about the run in with Lucifer, coming over was less and less a problem. She'd taken the excuse of ice cream to come over and figured he didn't mind if she finished her paper at his place.
She'd set her laptop on the coffeetable and sat on the floor as she typed, looking up at him with a smile, "pretty sure you just did." She turned to offer him her full attention then, "but go ahead what's up?"