Paige shielded her eyes from the bright sun streaming in from the windows as she woke up, surprised to find herself in a bed. Last she remembered it was just past midnight and she was in the garage writing up case reports. As she sat up she realized she was upstairs in Walter's loft and there was a cup of coffee waiting for her on the nightstand. Grabbing the coffee she headed for the stairs, smiling at the scent of cinnamon that was coming from her drink.
She arrived downstairs to find all four geniuses already up and working away at their individual side projects.
"Good morning everyone," she said to the group, receiving only half-hearted responses from the geniuses who were clearly too absorbed in their work for simple pleasantries.
"Ah, you're up," Walter said with a smile as she approached him. "I sent the case reports you finished last night to Homeland so we should be back in their good graces."
"Yeah, I was so tired I guess I forgot to send them, so thanks." Then, thinking back on what she remembered from last night she added, "I was so tired I could have sworn I fell asleep at my desk."
This got a nervous laugh out of Walter. "Yeah, you did. But sleeping bent over like that isn't really good for your back. It's really important to sleep on a proper mattress so-"
"Well that is awfully considerate of you, Walter," Toby chimed in, coming up behind Paige. "Taking the couch just to avoid the risk of bad posture for Paige."
"You carried me upstairs? Walter, you shouldn't have. I could have taken the couch," Paige said, a big smile on her face.
"It's not a big deal. I figured you'd be more comfortable on the bed," Walter said. Then, catching Toby's knowing gaze he quickly added, "Plus you snore and we need to be able to concentrate down here."
At this Happy laughed from the other side of the garage and Sylvester shook his head and sighed. But the smile didn't leave Paige's face.
"Well whatever the reason, thank you," she said. And she leaned in and placed a quick kiss on his cheek before heading to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast.
Dumbfounded Walter just stared after her as his hand went to his face where he was sure her lips had just seared their imprint into his cheek. A good morning indeed.