Silco rested back in his office chair, arms crossed and hand resting against his forehead.

He was exhausted, really. so much to do, and yet not enough time in one day to get it done.

"I know you're here," He murmured, breaking the silence.

You, who sat on one of the ceiling's boards, looked down at him. Jinx had been out, doing who-knows- what, and you'd been bored senseless. You weren't allowed to leave because 'the world was too corrupt for someone like you' or some bullshit.

"I'm always here," you grumbled, knees tucked up and gaze away. "I never get to leave."

Silco sighed, head leaned back, as he patted his thigh quietly, a gesture he commonly used for you or Jinx. You climbed down and took seat on his lap, gaze away and brows furrowed.

"Don't give me that look," Silco murmured, slender fingers poking at your jaw, silently coaxing your gaze back to him. He searched your gaze. "what is it?"

"I never get to leave. You get to leave, Jinx gets to leave, Sevika gets to leave." You huff, "I wanna go out. Kick some ass and-- and help out."

Silco's brows furrowed as he rubbed out the furrow in your brows.

"Don't give me that look," he repeated. "you know I'm doing this for us. you and me."

"and Jinx?" "yes, Jinx, too."

Silco sighed, brushing hair from your eyes.

"You know I'd never let anyone hurt you, right?"