Second Touch

They didn't really talk about whatever it was they had going, and that suited Remy just fine. They were friends: cohorts in the Danger Room, accomplices at midnight food theft, and working partners on the bikes.

He wasn't afraid to get close to her, but she had to learn how not flinch when he slung an arm over her shoulder or got too close in a fight. Just two weeks before she was dressed in gloves and long sleeves and everything she needed to keep the world at bay.

"Quit worryin' so much."

"Shut up," she replied with a grin.

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