Morgan's PoV
"Here." She passes me a mug of something hot and I can see the steam curling up into the air, carrying with it the scent of cocoa and cinnamon. It's a fragrance that feels like a memory, one that I'm sure doesn't belong to me. "I made it just how you like it." she added with a soft smile.
"And how would you know what I like?" I grunt as my eyebrows lift in surprise, but I take the mug, letting the warmth seep into my calloused hands. It's strange to be catered to…cared for.
"I appreciate that you hate being around people, but right now, neither of us really have a choice, do we?" She said with a frown, "It might be easier for you if you just play along. You know, make the best of a bad situation."
I stared at her for a while as I tried to process what she was say
