“Alright,” I say. “Then don’t pass out on the floor.”
That almost earns me a reaction.
Almost.
Her attention shifts back to Clay.
Like I’m already dismissed.
I let it go.
Because honestly?
I get it.
I glance down at Clay again.
Then back at her.
“He’s lucky you’re here,” I say.
Her jaw tightens slightly.
“He’s alive because he got us out,” she replies.
Not wrong.
Not even a little.
“But he stayed up too long after that,” she adds, quieter now. “He shouldn’t have.”
There’s something under that.
Something personal.
Something that’s going to matter later.
I nod once.
“Yeah,” I say. “That’s also what we do.”
Her eyes flick to mine again.
And for a second—
There’s tension there.
Real tension.
Different from before.
Because she doesn’t agree with that.
Not really.
Good.
That’s going to be a problem.
