The phone rang again at exactly 9:07. Henley was already awake and expecting it, but she still waited for it to ring twice before answering. She did it because it bugged him, and especially since Henley knew that he had stalled in calling because she was waiting for him to do so.

"Yes?" She asked, a bemused ring in her voice, completely put on but in a way almost truthful.

"That's no way to answer a phone-"

"Not unless you know who's calling." She shot back, short and chipper. Danny sighed on the other end, it was not so happy as hers.

"I called you last night." He said curtly, she smirked and took a sip of her coffee, her feet slipping on the bar of her seat.

"More like this morning, yes." She replied. There was silence. She waited patiently.

"Henley." Daniel said calmly, with a bit more of himself. She knew he remembered, no matter how drunk he got he seemed to always remember things.

"Yes Danny?" She asked, but almost knowing the answer before he even said it. He may think he's aloof and cunning, but she could always see into him.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"It's fine." There was silence again and a muffled movement, she could almost see him rubbing his eyes tiredly like he used to, exhausted and worn from stress he didn't have. Henley could always picture him like that.

"No, Henley-"

"I know." She said softly, "Me too."