An unusually slow Friday had seen Coop closing up the clinic early that day, mostly because April hadn't been there to keep him company since she and Caden are off gallivanting around Hollywood doing movie shit or whatever, so he'd stopped at the store for a re-stock on beer and headed straight home. Most Fridays, he hits up a bar or two, find himself some company, but it's still way too early for that and he's thinking that tonight actually feels like it'll be a hell of a lot better for delivery.
He's just finishing up ordering a couple pizzas, one for him to polish off and one more Genevieve if she ends up coming home tonight, when there's a knock at the door and the dogs start barking. Rolling his eyes and shushing them both, he crosses through the living room, beer in hand, and opens the door to find someone he definitely wouldn't have expected.
"Sylvie?"
It's not a great greeting, and he narrows his eyes at himself for it.
"Shit. No, I mean, hi. Just didn't expect you, are you-- Is everything okay?"
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He's just finishing up ordering a couple pizzas, one for him to polish off and one more Genevieve if she ends up coming home tonight, when there's a knock at the door and the dogs start barking. Rolling his eyes and shushing them both, he crosses through the living room, beer in hand, and opens the door to find someone he definitely wouldn't have expected.
"Sylvie?"
It's not a great greeting, and he narrows his eyes at himself for it.
"Shit. No, I mean, hi. Just didn't expect you, are you-- Is everything okay?"