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Desmond knew how to do this. He'd run the course so many times. He'd learned to keep his steps light, to match his shadow to the ones on his wall. He hadn't made a single noise on the lead up to now, in the closed off room. One man sitting on a chair, his back to the wall. He knew he hadn't been seen, that he had been quiet enough to be unnoticed.
But the man on the chair had seen him.
"You're currently scouting for an enemy who can and will eradicate us for wanting free will. We're part of an ancient sect of warriors dedicating to safeguarding mankind from itself, Templars, and in the meantime, also trying to find a way to find out more about the aliens who supposedly created humans as a slave race. I know what complicated is. Two people who like each other is not complicated."
"Everyone does! Doesn't mean you don't get to take some things for yourself too!"
And then, just as quickly, it's gone, and Sean feels shame for yelling at Zavi. His best friend.
Zavi doesn't say anything for a long moment, and then gathers Sean into his arms, hugging him tightly.
"Your dad. Worst kind of cockblock." Zavi's tone is light, but there is something false about it.
Eventually, Sean pulls away, and rubs at his eyes. He laughs a little self deprecatingly, and offers Zavi a smile that's a little more like a grimace.
"Thanks. And I'm so-"
"No, no, don't do that. It's okay. I'm not happy about it, but it's not your fault. It's...complicated. Like you said."
Sean nods, not feeling any better for it. Not being able to do anything about it doesn't stop his feelings.
"When you get the stick out of your ass, let me replace it with something more comfortable?"
Laughter explodes from Sean helplessly, as he nearly falls off the platform in shock.
"Zavi! You- disgusting. You're disgusting." He gasps for air as his laughter continues.
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