“Tch,” Cassian scoffed at Vince’s emphasis on chief. He knew why, obviously - but swallowed his objection that this promotion wasn’t exactly his fault. Amused blue eyes followed Vince walk past him and into the door, and the door shut promptly behind them. It was charmed to lock and silence, affording the chief due privacy with sensitive matters. Cass knew this. Which is why he so carefully avoided this exact scenario. But then, the matter of breaking bad news to Vince was as sensitive a matter as it comes.
As his hand dropped from the doorknob, back still to Vince, he felt his heart rate spike. Worse than the nerves felt talking to any boss or debutante, without question. Even across the room he felt his friend’s skepticism radiate at him, he wore an expression that demanded, well, I’m waiting.
“Vince.” His voice was quieter now, more earnest as he closed the gap in distance between them. This wasn’t his choice, he wanted to say. He wanted to spill out his frustrations like an avalanche, the words threatened their downpour from the tip of his tongue. But instead Cassian’s feet stopped short an arms length away from the man, and his fingers moved to fretfully comb back his mane of blonde.
There were many ways to play this, after all. Smiles and sweet words to soften the landing, but then he’d be suspicious. Stern and cold would play up the role he’s cultivated himself, but Vince would take nothing as non-negotiable. Better to pick something in between, though the decision got harder by the second now that his body thrummed, clocking before his mind did that there were no secrets they had to put up for anyone in this room.
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry a thousand times – he backed off the words once he lost his nerve at his friend’s steely green stare.
“I have your present,” he managed instead. That much was true - he picked it out weeks ago, and retrieved it from the jeweler just two days ago, left it secure in his desk because he spent more time here than at home nowadays. Thinking about it left a small smile on his lips. “I thought you might want it now.” Now because later won’t work, but they could cross that bridge when they get there.
As his hand dropped from the doorknob, back still to Vince, he felt his heart rate spike. Worse than the nerves felt talking to any boss or debutante, without question. Even across the room he felt his friend’s skepticism radiate at him, he wore an expression that demanded, well, I’m waiting.
“Vince.” His voice was quieter now, more earnest as he closed the gap in distance between them. This wasn’t his choice, he wanted to say. He wanted to spill out his frustrations like an avalanche, the words threatened their downpour from the tip of his tongue. But instead Cassian’s feet stopped short an arms length away from the man, and his fingers moved to fretfully comb back his mane of blonde.
There were many ways to play this, after all. Smiles and sweet words to soften the landing, but then he’d be suspicious. Stern and cold would play up the role he’s cultivated himself, but Vince would take nothing as non-negotiable. Better to pick something in between, though the decision got harder by the second now that his body thrummed, clocking before his mind did that there were no secrets they had to put up for anyone in this room.
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry a thousand times – he backed off the words once he lost his nerve at his friend’s steely green stare.
“I have your present,” he managed instead. That much was true - he picked it out weeks ago, and retrieved it from the jeweler just two days ago, left it secure in his desk because he spent more time here than at home nowadays. Thinking about it left a small smile on his lips. “I thought you might want it now.” Now because later won’t work, but they could cross that bridge when they get there.
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