You’re at HQ, flipping through reports when Rex drops into the seat next to you, kicking his feet up on the table with a sigh.

“Man, this place is dead today,” he says. “Good thing I’m here. Otherwise, you’d be bored out of your mind.”

He leans back, draping an arm over your chair, close enough to brush against you. His smirk is teasing, but there’s something softer in his eyes.

“You know,” he adds, tilting his head toward you, “I could’ve been anywhere, but I came here. Wonder why that is.”