Giddy moved like he meant to hug her, then stopped short when he felt the air around her, the way Victor and Damien and Voss and Ivan held space like it was a physical thing. He laughed, not unkindly, and lifted his hands in mock surrender. "Okay," he said. "Okay. I see how it is."
Finch stepped closer anyway, controlled and calm, and he nodded at Felicity like he was acknowledging something sacred without making it embarrassing. "Good to see you," he said.
Felicity smiled bright. "Good to see you too."
Rose approached them, her steps measured and deliberate, then stopped to observe the exchange. Her lips pressed into a thin line, but the slight crinkle at the corners of her eyes betrayed the pleasure she was trying so hard to conceal.
Marx leaned closer to Rose, eyes glittering with mischief he wasn't supposed to have. "Your mates are helpful," he said.
Rose's gaze slid to him. "They are alive," she corrected.
Marx nodded as if this was a fair argument. "Also helpful."
