Theo and Alias stood in the living room.
The floor was covered in woven mats, and the air was cool. For the first time in ten years, they were truly behind closed doors. A proper roof they could call their own stood by the window, looking out at the moonlit oasis, but his shoulders were tense. He turned to look at Alias, who was standing in the center of the room, looking around at the walls they had built together.
He had a lot of questions. Alias hadn't been the only one thinking deeply about their physical proximity and the kisses.
He, too, had questions, and he could only get answers from the one he had been thinking about, even as he swung his axe and swung his hammer.
"Alias," Theo called softly.
Alias looked up. "Yes?"
Theo walked toward him, stopping just a few inches away. The space between them felt charged, like the air before a storm.
