[She's sure he's on board when Bruce picks up the pace and she walks confidently as though there's something in particular she needs him to see right away. It isn't... wholly untrue.
There's either no one inside 2B2, or there's a very quiet someone lurking in the dark because all the lights have been flicked off. Betty doesn't turn to look, too busy backing Bruce against the door and untucking his shirt because this is apparently what making out means, and not the bit with the mouth parts.
The setting sun cuts through the blinds and paints the near walls broad stripes of orange-pink at the perfect height to be dazzling, and there's a mechanical hum - computer, air-conditioning, who knows - buzzing in the background.]
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There's either no one inside 2B2, or there's a very quiet someone lurking in the dark because all the lights have been flicked off. Betty doesn't turn to look, too busy backing Bruce against the door and untucking his shirt because this is apparently what making out means, and not the bit with the mouth parts.
The setting sun cuts through the blinds and paints the near walls broad stripes of orange-pink at the perfect height to be dazzling, and there's a mechanical hum - computer, air-conditioning, who knows - buzzing in the background.]