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“What’ss got you all worked up, ATLAS?” Fiona speaks suddenly, her words coming out in a slur. It’s so heavy and disjointed that he almost misses what she says. Rhys glances over his shoulder to see her with her chin tilted up towards the ceiling, hat slid down to cover the top half of her face. One eye peeks out at him from underneath, glinting against the violet glow. The lighting of the room-- the tension between the two of them that always seems to linger in between quiet moments when they’re alone together-- it reminds him of the vault.
Rhys feels the corners of his mouth twitch, a laugh escaping him, and he’s looking back down at the tiled floor again. “You’d laugh.”
“Mmm. I probbly would.”