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They make eye contact across the crowded dressing room, cerulean summers day meeting warm chocolate. Vanessa could have sworn that the whirlpools in is eyes get deeper, pulling him in - but that would imply that he stared. He did not.
When they meet in the middle, Brooke gives the shorter man a once over, makes a grunt in approval as he rakes his eyes up and down. Vanessa raises an eyebrow but he gets no response.
“Ready to release the Kraken?” the Canadian asks - hesitant, almost uncomfortable.
“No.”
“Let’s do this.”
They leave to the mainstage, words left hanging, caught in the tension. They’re okay, they say. They believe it.
[fin]