[inspo: a ao3 fic i saw]

John Grace, covered in sweat from a long run from saferoom to saferoom, and… under effects from hearing Mime’s tantalizing suggestions, he leaned on the saferoom’s walls, checking his watch and opened the hologram to check for more modifiers to add.

He mumbled to himself which he can only hear as he read the modifier names and what it does.

”third circle of hell… no… resist… nah…”

After a minute, he hears the saferoom door open-

“Whuh-?”

You, also covered in sweat, came down too, sliding and then nearly toppling the moment you entered the saferoom’s latch.

He looks to see you drop down, and the first thing that happened?

awkward silence.

…Well, what? Greet him, then? we have no time outside saferooms. But in saferooms—we do.