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There’s a mark on Claire’s wrist that’s exposed when she picks up the coffee pot. Tim’s eyes are transfixed to the spot. “Don’t worry, McManus,” she says. “There’ll be enough for you to have some.”
“Is that from one of the prisoners?” Tim asks, gesturing toward her wrist, dotted by a series of faint bruises caused by bite-marks.
“No.” She pours herself a cup of coffee and then returns the pot to its place. “Have a good day.”
Tim leaves the break room, the pot of coffee forgotten, and heads back to his office. Passing Sean on the stairs, Tim says in a tone that brooks no argument, “My office. Now.”
“What’s up?” Sean asks as he walks into the office.
“Close the door,” Tim says.
Sean complies.
“I saw Claire.”
“Well, she works here. That’s bound to happen.”
“Don’t play innocent. You marked her.”
“I like her. We went out, had a good time.”
“Were you trying to make me jealous?”
“It’s not always about you. Wait… are you?”
“I’m surprised more than anything. I didn’t expect you to…”
“Didn’t expect me to what? Move on? I’m not going to wait forever, Tim.”
“Just… I don’t know… be careful.”
“It’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. You’ll be fine too. This is what you wanted, right?”
Tim shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“Hey.” Sean takes Tim’s hand and unclasps the wristwatch that Tim wears. He rubs his thumb over the faint scars on Tim’s wrist that mark the spot where Sean’s teeth broke through the skin. “As long as you have this, there’s a part of you that’ll always belong to me.”
1_million_wordsThere’s a mark on Claire’s wrist that’s exposed when she picks up the coffee pot. Tim’s eyes are transfixed to the spot. “Don’t worry, McManus,” she says. “There’ll be enough for you to have some.”
“Is that from one of the prisoners?” Tim asks, gesturing toward her wrist, dotted by a series of faint bruises caused by bite-marks.
“No.” She pours herself a cup of coffee and then returns the pot to its place. “Have a good day.”
Tim leaves the break room, the pot of coffee forgotten, and heads back to his office. Passing Sean on the stairs, Tim says in a tone that brooks no argument, “My office. Now.”
“What’s up?” Sean asks as he walks into the office.
“Close the door,” Tim says.
Sean complies.
“I saw Claire.”
“Well, she works here. That’s bound to happen.”
“Don’t play innocent. You marked her.”
“I like her. We went out, had a good time.”
“Were you trying to make me jealous?”
“It’s not always about you. Wait… are you?”
“I’m surprised more than anything. I didn’t expect you to…”
“Didn’t expect me to what? Move on? I’m not going to wait forever, Tim.”
“Just… I don’t know… be careful.”
“It’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. You’ll be fine too. This is what you wanted, right?”
Tim shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“Hey.” Sean takes Tim’s hand and unclasps the wristwatch that Tim wears. He rubs his thumb over the faint scars on Tim’s wrist that mark the spot where Sean’s teeth broke through the skin. “As long as you have this, there’s a part of you that’ll always belong to me.”
