If there was anything joining Vought had taught you, it was that The Deep was an idiot. And not an "oh he's of average intelligence compared to you" kind of idiot. The kind of idiot where you were genuinely confused as to how he's been in The Seven so long. But his stupidity was cute, in a way. You always felt smart standing next to Kevin.

You were sitting at your desk, sorting through paperwork. Kevin was lounging in one of your office chairs with his feet up like he owned the place. He spent so much time in your office that you were starting to think he had a crush on you.

"And.. and this lady just kept arguing-" Kevin rambled. He'd started whining about some woman at a restaurant who'd ordered lobster. "She just couldn't understand that those lobsters were being tortured!"

"Mhm?" you hummed, like you were listening to a toddler tell a story. You stapled some papers together.

"Like.. fish have feelings. They're.. they're uh... sentimental." Sentient. The word he was looking for was sentient.