#*maverick

*rewatching the security feed*

Later:

(He really is that tall.)

she let maverick talk her into all kinds of things. that was how being a best friend worked. you had to blindly trust that the other person had your best interest at heart. and vice-versa, which was how they were in the middle of trying to build a little gym for her boys, who were already sound asleep for the night. a morning surprise from uncle mav! what could be better.

she put down the wrench, taking up the glass of cheap whiskey that she'd poured for the both of them. "it's like they make these to be as time consuming as possible." she'd always heard the jokes, she never thought that she'd be repeating one herself with such sincerity. "should i call an engineer?"