LUCY PRESTON
(startled as she wakes up in Garcia's bed)
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god, I'm so sorry.
GARCIA FLYNN
Nothing to apologise for. You were a gentle and responsive lover.
LUCY PRESTON
I wasn't that drunk.
Garcia laughs.
GARCIA FLYNN
Nothing happened.
LUCY PRESTON
Oh.
GARCIA FLYNN
Though, I appreciate the look of abject horror on your face. Thanks for that.
LUCY PRESTON
God, I'm so sorry. I'm... I'm so sorry.
GARCIA FLYNN
That's all right. I enjoyed the company.
Lucy smiles and laughs quietly.
GARCIA FLYNN
(smiling, happy)
What?
LUCY PRESTON
(smiling)
No, it's just...
and don't take this the wrong way, but... I just think it's kinda insane that of all the people here you're the easiest to talk to.
Garcia smiles, then his smile fades.
GARCIA FLYNN
Well, we've both lost our families to Rittenhouse. And we're both alone.
They hold each other's glances, then Lucy averts her eyes.
GARCIA FLYNN
(trying to lighten the mood)
We're both geniuses.
If anyone knows what you're going through it's me.
His comment elicits an appreciative grin from Lucy. She runs her hand through her hair.
LUCY PRESTON
(taking a deep breath)
Well, uh... I will now, uh... remove myself from your personal space. Leave you to it. Thank you for the... coffee, and the uh... just talking.
Lucy smiles at Garcia as she uses both hands to press the door to open it.
GARCIA FLYNN
(smiling, nods his head)
Anytime.
