She was not ready to define something that kept shifting under her feet.
"They're my best friends," she said instead, more firmly now. "And yeah, sometimes things get heated. We argue. We get close. It's intense."
Her cheeks flushed faintly.
"But that doesn't mean you get to come in and test them like they're prizes."
The words landed clean.
Protective.
Not romantic.
Voss lowered his head slightly, his mouth near her ear.
His voice was quiet. Controlled.
"Best friends."
He did not sound angry.
He sounded like he was filing the phrase away somewhere permanent.
Felicity leaned back into his chest without thinking. "Yes. My team."
Felicity stood there in the center of it, missing the point entirely, protecting them like they were hers, believing that friendship was the strongest word she could offer, not realizing that for some of them, it already was not enough.
