“I’ve done the math. It increases the square footage by a whole fifteen percent!” Sydney pulled back the towel that hung from the open window to the fire escape.  He covered the balcony with cushions from the couch and hung blankets over the rails so you could hear the traffic below, but couldn’t see a thing.

Carson crawled into his lap, with no room to be anywhere else.  “I think I’ll call it our… conservatory.  Outside, but inside.  Sounds fancy.”  He wrapped his lanky arms around Carson, already noticing the chill in the blanket fort disappearing.

“I like it.” Carson replied, now that the shock of the thing had worn off and she could bury her face in Sydney’s sweater.  He grinned, pleased with his attempt at home improvement.

St. Mungo’s didn’t seem much busier than usual, despite the attack.  The fact that the waiting room was lined with aurors, and aurors alone meant they had done their damn job.  Being battered, bruised, and wrapped with haphazard battlefield bandages didn’t stop Thomas, Graham and Carson from trying to cut out before a nurse could see them.  It took Killian’s honest ‘Really, it’s for the best.” and Prissy finally hexing their asses back into their chairs to get them to stay put.

But there is nothing like being still for a moment for the day’s events to catch up with you.  Carson was the first to drift off, her head slipping onto Thomas’ arm.  He was too exhausted to make her move.  It was well enough, because a few minutes later he and Graham bumped heads as the both nodded off, each grumbling and shifting to lean away from each other comfortably.

Norah heard about what had happened and got the hospital as quickly as she could, heart in her threat with worry about what might have happened to them.  When she opened the door to the waiting room and saw the three of them asleep in their chairs, she finally let go of her breath, but she didn’t dare wake them.  It was the most rest they’d ever give themselves.

Also Graham/Thomas finding each other wearing the other’s clothes... message got eaten by tumblr.

Graham looked over his morning brew, and blinked a few times.  “That’s my shirt.”

Thomas looked down at what he assumed was a wholly unassuming grey button up.  “What?  How can you tell?”. Graham sat back in his chair as though he had just been stricken with unbelievable news.  Rolling his eyes Thomas paused before continuing to his office, “Well, what exactly do you want me to do about it now?  This or nothing.”

"The game’s afoot!"  Sydney cried as soon as the distressed young bride with the missing necklace left the room.  Carson rolled her eyes and she straightened a stack of papers. "You know that there is more to detective work than just taglines."

who wakes the other one up with kisses: SYDNEY.  Every morning he is like an alarm clock.

who cooks for who: Aaaah, Sydney cooks badly for Carson.  Like cereal.  Cereal is cooking.

who is the morning person/night person: Well, Carson has to wake up early and Sydney literally has a night shift job, so their occupations sort’ve chose that for them.

who is the romantic one: Sydney isssss.  In his weirdly romantic way.  <3  At least now, it took him a while to kinda figure out that was what he was all about.

who is the top when it comes to sex: Depends on Sydney’s mood swings.  ;)

who would lead in ballroom dancing: omfg.  I think Carson would have to because Sydney would be a wreck.  They would just step all over each other anyway then leave early and just get fast food.

who is the more cuddly one: omfg Sydney is that even a question?

who is the one to most likely pick the movie they watch: Uh, I think Sydney would care more about movies.  He would get excited, and then how could you say no to Ace Ventura 2?

who is the one who would pay for dates: AHAHA.  Like they go on dates that require money.