The sound of clicking fills the room, Silco fidgeting with his lighter as per usual. His thumb pushing the cap up, starting the fire and then with a flick of his wrist, the cap is back down and the fire is out.

Stuff like this always made it easy for you to tell Silco was stuck in his head, thinking, planning on what to say next, what to do, all while staring out his window, observing Zaun.

With his back to you it was hard to know what he was thinking, though that’s exactly what he wanted.

Too nervous… too flustered, with the fact that you were in his office. His lips thinning as he tries to wrestle his feelings down, the fact you could make him feel so young again, like a teenage boy in his feelings was quite frankly embarrassing.

And terrifying.

“Remind me why you’re here?” He sighs, finally stopping his hands from playing with his lighter, placing it in his pocket as he instead rubs his temple.