She let herself in, as per usual. It may not have been a bad idea to at least come through the front door — but Ada’s always full of surprises. He’s mostly decent anyway. And she paces the bedroom floor, back showing to the agent. The sun wasn’t even close to coming up yet, but the spy flicked on a light switch.
It doesn’t come as a surprise to see Ada in his home. She often let herself in—- not that he minds. Used to it was a more reasonable answer. But he doesn’t let a peep or expression of disappointment in her actions show.
Eyes close briefly to adjust to the sudden brightness. His form pushing himself up from the comfort of his bed. Half way dressed—- lacking in proper pants and a shirt. What was she to except upon waking the agent? Least he had kept the boxers.
He waved her words off and released a gentle yawn. “You’re fine, Ada. I wasn’t sleeping that well anyway. But what brings you to my neck of the woods at this hour?”