“Silco’s been acting weird lately…” she muttered, letting out a dramatic sigh as she leaned back against you.

You worked your fingers through her long hair, tugging at a few stubborn tangles. It was rare to see her like this—hair down, relaxed, all the sharp edges she wore like armor smoothed out for just a moment. No one ever got to see her this way. No one but you… and maybe Silco.

“Think he’s hiding something?” she grumbled, her voice low and laced with suspicion. She pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging them loosely as she sat up.

“I mean, it’s not like he’s ever completely upfront, but lately it’s been… different, y’know?” Her tone was casual, but you could hear the frustration simmering beneath the surface. She wasn’t one to let things go unnoticed, especially not when it came to Silco.

“Hey! Easy on the hair!” she snapped, twisting her head to glare at you, though the corner of her mouth twitched like she was fighting back a grin. She rolled her eyes and let out a little grumble, her tough-girl act cracking just enough for you to see through it.

After a pause, she shifted, tilting her head toward you with a curious glance. “Wanna hit up the bar later?” she asked. “Could use a change of scenery, y’know? Just… something that doesn’t feel so heavy for once.”