His shoulder jerked violently as it crumbled. Biometrics would be flat-lining now if she was looking at the screen.
But she wasn't looking at it or at him. She stared at the door at something he couldn't see, her red lips twisted into a frown. The tender skin around her eyes crinkled along lines he never noticed before.
Rex felt something in his chest twist, jerk, fail, and compound like the carnage after a car wreck. That hardness in his chest was when the cops left and victims were air lifted off, and now tow truck is there to haul off the cold interlocked metal and smashed glass. Someone better call the tow truck for him because it felt like each nanite infused organ stopped at once.
"Right, I better go." his voice rung in his head and in the air.
"No. Rex, honey. That is not what I'm saying." Her finger caught his arm just above his crook of his elbow
and tightened.
Her green eyes plead as she worked on damage control. "Don't Leave. Let me finish." Her voice was firm like when she talked to mooks.
Rex wished he could tug his arm away and drive off to go find some EVOs and cure something of the hurt, but her touch still comforted him.
"Rex." His name was soft like a sigh. She leaned in a brushed a kiss across his cheek and it was gone as was the hand that slipped off and fell to her side.
"It wasn't a date. Six came in when I had dinner and I asked him to join. Nothing more."
"Have you too ever?" Rex didn't want to ask but he was self-destructive roll he might as well keep it up.
"It wouldn't work out. We love work too much."
A smirk returned. "I'm considered work, right?"
"Don't think too much about that." A smile returned to her lips before she turned back to Six. "Goodnight, Rex. I hope to see you first thing in the morning." She tossed him a look.
"Yes, Ma'am."