DRUG OF CHOICE

Sev didn’t flush but his body language clearly showed that he was uncomfortable. About what exactly, he couldn’t determine. He just was.

“Missed you, too.”

He looked up at Cael and forced a smile, lips a smidge away from being thinly pressed together. Sev definitely was glad to see Cael, glad to see anybody from his “past life” alive and wanting to keep in touch.

Cael dropped his head to hide a smile. It felt so weird smiling--smiling, especially, because of Sev, of all people.

And just like that, the mood took a turn, even darker than what Sev expected to happen. “Sorry,” he muttered, lowering his gaze. Had he disappointed Cael? Why was he taking this so personally?

“If that is wounding you, I hate to imagine what would happen if you saw a real wound, Doc.” Nothing like needling a doctor to make his day.

Cael pressed a hand to his chest like he’d been shot. “Sev! You wound me!”

“Did he.”

Cael. Cael. The name struck a chord in her memory, but not from her Brother. No … that name she first heard from the lips of a troublemaker. And, well. 

That didn’t really bode well for Cael at all.

“Cael.” She repeated — toneless. Smoke would have a lot to answer for. “Please, come in.” Her voice promised very little warmth and, perhaps, held an edge that maybe said don’t do that thing. But she stepped aside to allow him clearance to enter, and, well. That was that.

“Smoke is currently sorting … equipment.” That sounded like a double entendre, and she really did not intend for that. Cripes. “Are you thirsty?”

“Uh, no. Thank you, Senator.” Charm. Charm. Cael had charm, somewhere, and he needed to turn it on right now, but he was terribly nervous and his palms were sweating like crazy.

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