Rory
Eleven floors of complete silence turned out to be considerably longer than eleven floors of anything had any right to be, and I spent every single one of them acutely aware of exactly how small an elevator car actually was once you removed all the usual social permission to look anywhere but straight ahead.
Dray stood a careful, deliberate distance away, hands loosely clasped in front of him, watching the numbers climb with the same patient stillness he brought to everything. I kept my eyes fixed on the same numbers, my pulse doing something complicated and unhelpful with every floor that passed, acutely conscious of the fact that this was the closest, most sustained proximity we'd shared since the racetrack — no team, no gala crowd, no interruption waiting in a doorway to save eit
