Sven

“Is that a joke?”

“I have no sense of humor.“

“Stuffy as usual.”

“But your still here.“ He smirked.

She rolled her eyes, “If it kills you try to die outside so we don’t have a body to clear up,”

“I’m going to act like your question made sense to me and nod slowly.“

“Then what do you think it is?”

“I did something horrible?“

“Nothing.”

“It’s never nothing.“

“Do you have some sort of brain tumour?” 

“It’s not like I can walk in for a CAT scan or MRI.“

“No.”

“Oh. Good. I didn’t hear a word.“

“I just thought someone would be here who isn’t. Not a big deal.”

“It was not clear.” When his arm wrapped around her waist, Sadie’s hands hovered over chest, deciding whether she wanted to push him away or pull herself closer to him. “Then I want you to.” Her brain seemed to decide what to do with her hands and she smoothed them up his chest, cautiously. “Yes, I can.”

“No.”

Sven chuckled, taking Sadie’s hands off of his chest and tugging her towards his personal room. 

Oliver shrugged and looked at the plans. “I don’t really have a lot of say with this stuff. So I don’t really try to have an opinion.”

“You should.“

“Sorry, which theatre is this?” he asked, setting his news paper down in his lap to take the notes he was being offered. 

Sven frowned and waiting for Emilio to read up instead of filling him in himself.