Loathing: Lloyd Hansen

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• Agent Thompson. February fifteenth. 9:22 am. Los Angeles •

I woke up in Lloyd's arms. He was sleeping soundly.

I groaned and moved carefully out of his arms, making sure he stayed asleep as I went into the bathroom.

My gash had almost healed. It had been awkward with Lloyd after the crying. I knew he didn't like feeling that vulnerable.

We hadn't really done anything. We just acted our lives out. We hadn't talked just Lloyd and rowan.

It was literally just Donna and Lloyd. I hadn't been called rowan at all.

I took a quick shower and got ready for the day. Once I was dry I put my silk robe on.

Lloyd came into the bathroom as I finished brushing my teeth.

"Morning." I whispered after spitting out my toothpaste.

"Morning." He said softly. He grabbed his toothbrush as I brushed through my hair. I winced as my brush hit my gash.

Lloyd spit out his toothpaste. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." I said. I looked in the mirror. I didn't feel myself. I didn't feel pretty. I felt dull.

I touched my face lightly.

"Rowan" Lloyd said. I turned to him. He hadn't said that name in almost two weeks.

I stared at him as he came over to me. "You sure you're okay?" He asked. He moved my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear.

"I don't know." I said.

"Talk to me." He said. He lifted me up and set me on the counter.

I sighed and looked down.

"I don't know I just don't feel myself." I said.

He nodded, playing with my hands.

"You know you can fully open up and talk about it. I know I'm talking to you fully Ro. And I haven't in a while." He said.

"Gotta keep our hatred separate from our job." I joked. He smiled softly.

"Nah. You're my partner and I need to see if you're okay." He whispered.

I'm pretty sure this isn't Lloyd Hansen.

I touched his jawline.

"I think I need you to have me as Rowan." I whispered.

"What?" He asked.

"I think-"

"No. Sweetheart I heard you." He said. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Lloyd I've never been more sure in my life."

"Okay. But this wouldn't be a part of our work. I feel like we're already getting attached to each other." He said.

"I don't care. Lloyd I don't give a flying fuck okay? I want you. No one watching. Just us." I said.

I let my hand trail down his chest, down to his sweatpants.