“Here, let me help you,” Felicity says, giving him a shit eating grin as she grabs the jar out of his hand and opens it for him.
He stares at her, unamused.
“You’re just loving this aren’t you?”
“A little bit,” she says, laughing at him. “What else do you need me to do for you? Bring the charcoal in from the car? Carry your bags up the stairs? Get the crock pot from the top shelf?”
She playfully lists off all of the things he gives her endless shit for needing his help to do. He knew that one of these days he would grow to regret giving her a hard time. Felicity doesn’t always get even right away, but she’s like an elephant. She never forgets a damn thing and she always gets hers.
“Well enjoy it while it lasts,” he says, poking her playfully in the side until she giggles and moves away from him. “Caitlin said the drugs will be out of my system soon and I’ll be back to full strength in a few days.”