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Moiety
Chapter Forty: Almost
"You know, Lawson, you could just –" Kolyat stopped mid-insult as Oriana glanced up from her datapad, eyes bleary, a harsh line crinkling her brow.
"What, Krios?" she snapped, a withering sigh breaking from her lips.
He blinked at her. She blinked back.
If they held the stare any longer, they might have found that frustration was a poor cover for loneliness.
But instead he looked away, as he always has. And she only frowned, as she always has.
"Get some sleep," he muttered, swallowing his intended sarcasm.
Her lips parted, soundless.
He almost loved her.
She almost let him.