At least Juno had an excuse for being cheap besides his comfort, because it wasn't like he'd found a job yet.

Juno was shorter than her by more than half a foot, but he was also built more solidly, more compact. His clothing was what he'd gotten back after his arrival, old clothes that had the dust of Mars practically baked into them and a coat that trailed nearly to the floor and wasn't made for this kind of winter but did more than nothing.

Inside now he peeled it off and threw it to drape over the chair halfway on the other side of the room. A holster at his hip held a blaster but Juno didn't take that off before he reached back to meet the kiss.