Felicity stood in the middle of the apartment in her bunny pajamas. The contrast would have been stupid if it wasn't so strange that no one laughed.
Voss paused beside her on his way past, one arm full of straps and rolled bedding. He bent his head and pressed a brief kiss to the top of hers like it was the most natural thing in the world, then kept moving without explaining himself. Felicity blinked once, fingers tightening around the hem of her oversized sleeve.
Lucan was behind her before she could even decide what to do with that, one hand settling low against the small of her back, steady and warm and heavy in the way only he seemed to manage. He never grabbed he never clutched. He was just there, always there, a point of contact she was supposed to circle around whether she liked it or not.
