The command center's sofa was winning. Jin had tried six different positions, and each one made his spine question his life choices. The synthetic leather squeaked with every movement, like it was mocking him.
"Can't sleep?"
Scarlett stood in the doorway, still in training gear despite it being past 0200. Of course she was. Her twin swords were strapped to her back even at this hour—always ready.
"My room's..." Jin gestured vaguely. "A mess."
"I saw." She moved into the room, grabbed a chair, spun it backward and sat. "You okay?"
Jin sat up, rubbing his face. "She built a nest. Blankets and pillows and... I don't even know what some of that stuff is."
Scarlett raised an eyebrow. "Did she really try to schedule baby-making days?"
"Please don't remind me." Jin ran a hand through his hair. "She had a calendar. Little hearts on specific dates."
A small smile crossed Scarlett's face, just a flicker. "Your face when she suggested 'optimal conception times' was priceless."
