she's been focused in on five's hands ever since he first reached for the little tin of sugar packets . seemingly an out of character move — he takes his coffee black — but any suspicion that had started to nag in the back of her mind dissipates when the sugar is dumped onto the table rather than his mug . which , somehow , sits relatively untouched , just the same as her four shots of espresso .
it's a slow and gradual shift , tracing her gaze up five's figure , to the collar of his shirt , up to his face . exhaustion , god , to her five wears it on his sleeve . and there's distant look in his eyes that she watches fade away when she finally speaks .
in truth , wednesday had just wanted his attention , to pull him back from getting too lost in his own head . so she said the first thing that came to mind . although maybe , deep down , there is always a reason for what gets said on instinct .
“ i prefer ghosts . and even then , there are some i'd rather not deal with . ” a false glare , intended for a recently developed spirit guide ( although she's not around to see it ) , is sent out the window to the empty space right outside . but her eyes quickly find their way back to five , the glare ever so slightly softening at him .
“ what ‑ if you didn't zone out while we were talking . ” nice save . she was seconds away from nearly being vulnerable in public . there's a reputation to uphold here . “ i had half a mind to start pouring all those sugar packets into your coffee just to see if you'd notice . ”
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