“Yeah.” His reply was delayed, almost begrudging. It didn’t sound gentle, or kind, or anything like that. It was more like I’d expect someone to sound if they were giving up the password to a safe at gunpoint.
Turns out “Yeah” is, in fact, the password to Brian’s personal safe.
“Sorry,” I said. I wasn’t sure exactly what for, but the apology was genuine. The smile on my face was gone.
For a minute or two, neither of us said anything.
Awkward.
What had we ever talked about that wasn’t about our costumed life?
…fuck, good question.
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…Aisha, but she’s since switched categories, was always relevant to Grue’s costumed exploits and is an especially sore subject right now…
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…romance, but that would probably be the most awkward thing you could possibly bring up right now…
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…itchy eyes…
At first, it had seemed like common sense. I was new to the cape scene, it was exciting, he was experienced, and he’d wanted to share his knowledge. We’d talked about our recent jobs, the implications, even jobs we were considering. I could count on one hand, maybe two, the times we’d done stuff that hadn’t been centered around powers and fighting and violence.
And even then – 3.1, 4.1 to 4.3, 6.3, 7.5-7.6 – you ended up talking about it.
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