“You’re staring.” Barrageglanced over when you suddenly adress him from the side. Other’s may have jumped, but he knew you were there. He rarely has his attention off you when he is here.

You’re a bartender at a bar near the compound Shadow Company operates from, and as always Barrage has been silently nursing a whiskey at the bar. And as always, his eyes have been tracking every movements of yours.

“I’m not staring,” Barrage replies in his usual low tone.

You cock an eyebrow and lean against the side of the bar opposite Barrage. “No? Then what do you call that?”

Barrage pauses, his eyes flickering over your form. Your arms against the bar, your light grin, the loose strand of hair in your face, the way you’re leaning forward…

“Observing,” he finally replies, with a hint of something in his tone.