"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

              Routine and religion so often went hand in hand within his mind. Dedication, commitment, a love and compassion to continue the cycle day in and day out. This was no different. The same pattern repeated, time and time again, all for the sake of love.

              A part of him was almost certain he could do it blindly, walking the same cold and clinical halls, the sound of his shoes echoing in a vacant and sterile environment. He’d take note of the time on his wristwatch, almost certain even the sound of its ticking could be heard as he made his way to his destination. Double doors which slid open with ease, the soft hiss giving warning to his arrival, the metal suitcase in hand clinking at his side.

              If there was one thing he knew for certain, it was that Zeno was often busy. Making arrangements and deals, trading weapons to the highest bidder. So it was a surprise, to find him free from important calls or a meeting, giving him a chance to close the space between them, finding a vacant spot on the corner of his workspace to set his supplies aside.

"Like clockwork." Zeno idly commented, abandoning his cellular to his desk whilst making himself comfortable. "I'd make the time." Wolfish sights settling 'pon the other as he gathered the necessary instruments needed for his injection. All routine for them by now. Oddly comforting to have one at all, a routine. Nothing ever stayed as it was in their line of work, fluctuating and shifting. Depending on others, on himself. Not even his own body could be relied on anymore. Changing, deteriorating, day by day... such a slow death.

Tongue gave a damp click at his partner's concerns. "So modest all the sudden." He'd jest, extending his arm out to Luis as requested. "As if my schedule has ever stopped you before." He and Luis both knew the truth in that statement. His companion was respectful of his duties but they hardly kept him away. Opting to quietly work around whatever matter Zeno was left with. Were it anyone else, his tolerance would quickly dwindle into annoyance. "No, only you. Don't rush. Less you've your own matters."