there’s a moment she stops typing, fingers hovering over the keypad. white knight would’ve said something to irritate her by now, rex would’ve come banging in. no, she knew the sound of the quiet rhythmic tapping of his boots.
“ hey -- “ her tone comes off slightly harsher than intended, and she all but recoils at the sound of her own voice echoing back. she hopes six doesn’t press, but he will, he always does.















