“Fuck,” Alec said, his eyes widening.
“Have fun with that,” she smiled, standing. She had to leap back to avoid being stabbed with the gold-painted stick as she released his wrist. “Now we’re even.”
I… have questions about your definition of “even”.
“Fuck you. That’s not even at all! I leave home, so you arrange to have me killed by some of the scariest fuckers on this side of Earth?”
“Hey, Alec, what does the word ‘disproportionate’ mean?”
“Yep,” she smiled, smug. It was good to see she could provoke him, get a response out of him. Was that because she’d done it well, or had he gotten more emotional as of late?
I suppose getting back into the habit of keeping people to feel emotions through could have helped.
He ran his fingers through his hair. “Lunatic.”
She really does fit into the team quite well.
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