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“So…” Marc begins, carefully adjusting his tone to be more neutral. “Where have you been?”
Jake snorts, finally closing the fridge and shoving a sandwich into his mouth. “What’s it to you?”
“I just… you know… Was it work?” He tries as Jake stares at him blankly, taking a slow bite of his cold sandwich without batting an eye at Marc’s floundering. “You’re usually not out so late, so…”
A smile pulls at Jake’s lips, sardonic in nature, as he wags a finger at him. “Hm, you would know, right? Full offense, Spector,” Marc grimaces as Jake speaks through a mouthful of food. “Since when are you so invested in my life? Shouldn’t you go back to playing house with Stevie?”
“It’s Steven—playing house? Look, I’m trying to make a truce here.”
“Ooh, did Steven put you up to that?”
“Lockley.”
“Spector.” Jake mimics, brushing crumbs over the sink. “I appreciate the ‘sentiment,’ but we both know you'd rather shoot me than kiss and hug me.”
“Maybe I have the right to worry when a certain someone sneaks through the window at four in the morning like a fucking burglar!”
“Maybe I prefer to climb through the window instead of waiting for the elevator. Ever thought of that?”
“I ain’t stupid, Lockley.”
Jake mutters loudly, “Could have fooled me.”
