"i’m not… good at this." he looked up and gave her a half smile, trying to think up how to dig himself out of the hole he was in. "my point was, is, that… this is good. whatever it is. right?"

"i beg to differ." she whispered at his self-deprecating remark, slithering herself a bit lower, levelling their eyes. his question threw her a little off guard. she's been pondering the exact same thing since that night in the filing room. was this good? she bit her lower lip briefly. "i- i think so, yeah." she whispered, interrupting the silence with a gentle kiss.

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