A/N: Holix-y-ish one-shot. Yes, it's short, bite me.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own.
At the sound of her voice, he looked up. At what she was asking, he had to think for a moment. When she asked him to answer, he remained silent. When she demanded that he answer, he walked away.
"Did you wait for Rex to stop liking me before you asked me out?"
There was his pause. Because he had to think.
Had he waited? Yes. Out of respect for the doctor, or out of respect for the child he considered like a son to him? Or maybe both? Or maybe neither? What about himself? Did he have to wait until he felt like he knew there was something there?
"Six, can you answer me?"
She stood at her work station, looking over at him where he sat. He had a katana in one hand and a sharpening tool in the other. They had both been intently working on their individual projects until she had spoken up. That had been when he'd stopped sharpening his weapons and looked up at her. Her fingers currently hovered over the keyboard as she waited for his response.
None came. He was silent. Because he wasn't sure of the answer. Was he waiting for Holiday to be happy? Was he waiting on Rex to stop being such a weird kid? Was he waiting for some sort of change in himself?
"Answer me, Six."
Yes, she had a tendency to get bossy, get a little antsy, get a little restless. She just wanted to know. Because if the answer was yes, it meant there was a strong bond between Six and Rex. Something sweet and genuine. Father and son love. The thought of it was cute in Holiday's mind.
But if the answer was no, then Six was just playing with her the whole time, keeping her at bay, messing with her, letting her think things that could possibly be untrue, consider that maybe he had feelings for her... In all that time, she had been waiting, secretly waiting. She'd turned down every offer of a date in hopes that Six may one day come around.
She lost a lot of dates over the years.
So he just stood up and walked away, katana sliding back up his sleeve and tool going back into a hidden pocket somewhere. He was like a magician, but without all the balloons and sparkles.
Holiday wasn't in the mood for a chase. The doctor unleashed a sigh and set back to her work. "Six, you baby," she insulted to the air, knowing all too well he couldn't hear her. "Can't even answer one little question."
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~Sky