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Wyatt cleans up his food leftovers from the break room table, grinning as he watches Katie leave. He felt no need to beat her at anything…not like he felt with the others. Ironically, just to see her smile, he’d gladly lose the game every time.


Jason’s feet are still propped up on his desk, his paperwork spread out on his legs. His flannel shirt sleeves are rolled up casually over his white tee, showing his arms as proof that he has not been idle the last couple months. Not having shaved since the hospital, his five o’clock shadow gives him a rougher look than normal, though his eyes hold a steadiness new to his features. The flippant humor and cockiness is gone, replaced by a seriousness hard to define. Something is gone...something has been lost... yet a new hardness has emerged.
Noting the knock at the door, he doesn’t even look up from his paperwork spread out on his legs, his feet still propped up on his desk. It was probably Reese, coming to check in with him, and he calls out casually. “It’s open.”