Fallon woke with a start when she felt the other half of her bed was empty. It wasn't until she spotted the note on her desk that her heart resumed a normal rhythm. Right, work. Of course Jesse couldn't spend the morning in bed with her, hell she probably should already be at work too with the massive stack of papers waiting for her. She ran a hand through her hair and winced at the tangled mess. She rarely slept without it plaited, brushing it out would be tortuous this morning.

Deciding coffee was needed before attempting to get ready for work, Fallon ventured out into the kitchen only to find breakfast already prepared and Malou sitting at the table. Fuck, Fallon probably looked as awful as she felt. Her eyes were likely still puffy and red rimmed from the force of her cries, her clothes were all disheveled, she really looked afright. "Morning," she greeted quietly and reached for her mug. "How late did I oversleep?"