I wanna drive you around. Loki couldn't tell if Paul meant until Wednesday or forever and that didn't bother him the way he thought it would. Settling into anything that society considered 'normal' was off the map of possibility, but Paul- Paul knew him. Paul understood.

Loki hums a half second before the alarm goes off and the tension is back in his shoulders as he sharply inhales through his nose. God he hated loud sharp noises when he wasn't working.

"Yeah," he says, letting the breath out and pulling back again to put Paul's face into focus. "Shitty coffee would be great."

Fuck. All he wanted to do was grab Paul's stupid beautiful face and kiss him until the day vanished away under indulgences, but he'd indulged too much already. He had work to do, those kids were counting on him.

"But I gotta piss first, then I'll be out."