The mission’s over, the bruises are settling in, and somehow, you and Rex ended up on clean-up duty. Not that he’s actually helping—he’s leaning against a half-destroyed wall, arms crossed, eyes full of trouble.

“Okay, but did you see how Eve was looking at Mark?” he starts, smirking. “Like, I know she says it’s nothing, but c’mon, babe. That was not a ‘just friends’ look.”

You shoot him a glance, but he’s already too deep into the gossip spiral, eyes gleaming like he lives for this. Which, honestly? He kinda does.

“And don’t even get me started on Dupli-Kate and Shapesmith,” he continues, pushing off the wall to get closer, voice dropping like he’s about to spill something huge. “I caught them sneaking out together last night. Late. Real late. Just saying.”

He watches your reaction, grin widening. “What? Don’t tell me you don’t love this. We risk our asses every day—we deserve a little entertainment.”

Then he tilts his head, gaze flicking over you, and suddenly, that teasing smirk turns way more smug.

“Speaking of… you and me? People are definitely talking.”