Pretty Vegas - INXS
If you think you want it, just come out and say it.
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They've been yelling, standing toe to toe in his office, framed by the window, his desk and the whiteboard glowing softly in the background, the display dimmed they've been at this so long.
Neither even knows what this is about anymore.
It sure as hell isn't about the secrets they've each kept, not at all.
Those had caused eyes to widen and larynxes to rise and fall, but it didn't hurt like it should have.
What hurts is that standing in this room, just building theory while his loft lies empty save for their rage, their fury seeping into the other rooms could lead to the ends of their lives. That's why they're fighting, they both know it.
"I can't let you do this." Finally she steels herself against the rage flooding through her as he makes suggestions about where to look and what to dig up, which stones to turn over. His theories are actually good, would lead to the answers she so desperately needs, the answers they both need.
"You're not doing it alone." He steps forward, threatening, his figure looming over her, causing her to step back. But he's right there again.
"Then neither of us do it. For now we put it to rest again." She swallows. She wants to squirm under his intense gaze, under the shadow his body is casting over her, the lamp at his back. She feels tiny, but she understands that wasn't his intention. He just wanted her to understand, to force her to a realisation. And he had, he caught her as she shivered, slid his arms around her and crushed her against him, kissed the side of her head, uttering words incoherently against her skin.
It would be okay, they'll both stay alive, protected in each other's warmth. At least until something appeared they couldn't ignore, some piece of irrefutable evidence that would end this horrid game.