Her eyes hurt. They had been there for hours, sitting packed together in a stuffy boardroom watching tactic reviews and watching tiny dots of white and red blink across the screen.

They were alone now, finally, yet still hours from home.

He sat beside her with his legs stretched out onto the top of the table watching her as she slouched over a report, her neck relieved from hours of sitting straight; dignified.

"Okay." She sighed, exhausted from arguing. "Let's pretend, for a moment, that you're correct-"

"I am."

"You're not."