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“You didn’t have to.” He raises a brow, placing the takeout tubs she’d brought to him down on the counter. “But I appreciate it, thank you.” Jace glances over, offers her a lopsided smile. He supposed it went without saying that Hayden was more than aware of how he typically neglected himself in times of stress or sadness. It wasn’t something he did on purpose though, he just didn’t have much of an appetite whenever things weighed down his mind. 

“So, you stepped down...” He says, giving a small shrug of his shoulder as he set down a couple glasses & a bottle of whiskey. “Good.” He nods, sliding onto the kitchen stool. “You were too good for such a shitty job. I say only because I’m a selfish fuck and I’ve really missed having you by my side in the field.” Smiling, he pours the drinks and pushes one her way. “Any regrets?” He wondered.