Pairing: Nathan/Charles
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Part Eleven
TEN DAYS LATER
Nathan only made it into the elevator before the doors closed because Charles hit the door open button for him.
"Uh, thanks," he said.
"Of course. What floor?"
"Uh… recording level. The other guys are already down there. For stuff." He glanced at the grid of buttons by the door; that one was already lit up. Charles must have been going there too.
"Ah."
They hadn't been alone like this for a while. Since the last time. Nathan snuck a look over at Charles, then looked away.
Then looked again, and looked away.
Then looked again, and caught Charles sneaking a glance at him.
"What?" Nathan asked bluntly.
"Hm?" Charles' mouth tightened fractionally and he looked away. "Nothing."
Nathan turned to face him, eyes narrowing. What was that bullshit? Robot Charles stared straight ahead in elevators, unless he was lecturing about punching people or something. So this was like… real Charles trying to pretend to be a robot.
Impulsively, Nathan reached out and hit the stop button. The elevator lights dimmed automatically as they halted between floors, partly replaced with the red glow of emergency lighting. It made everything look blood-drenched and awesome.
They stared at each other.
"Were you, uh… going to the studio to try and talk to me about something? Or… something?"