Rory
He crossed the office in three steps before I'd even fully processed that the door was still open behind me, and shut it with a quiet click that felt, this time, like an invitation instead of a verdict. The eleventh floor beyond the glass had gone quiet, most of the department already filtered out for the evening, the last of the sunset light slanting gold across his desk.
"You should probably lock that," I said, my voice coming out unsteadier than I meant it to.
"Probably," he agreed, and didn't move toward the lock at all, standing close enough now that I could see the exact shade his eyes went when the careful control finally, completely dropped away.
"Dray, if we're doing this, I need you to be sure. Not three-days-of-silence sure. Actually sure."
"I've never been more sure o
