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“You know, this would be a hell of a lot easier if I still had my wings!”
Connor flinches. He knows where this is going. It’s all these two ever fight about.
Hannah is glaring at Boomer in annoyance.
“I said I’m sorry!” Boomer exclaims, holding his arms out. “I don’t know what else you want from me!”
Sam looks up from where he’s doing paperwork to roll his eyes.
Connor gets in between the two, glancing from side to side. “G-Guys, let’s calm down, alright? I’m sure whatever the issue is, we can fix it…”
Hannah huffs in irritation, clutching her broken wing.
“I don’t think we can fix this, Connor!” She says, clearly upset.
“I meant whatever you’re struggling with…” Connor mumbles.
Hannah looks embarrassed for a moment. “...Right! Sorry.”
She picks up a particularly heavy stack of papers and sets it in Connor’s arms.
He coughs in surprise, his ears flattening against his head and spines growing sharp instinctively.
“Can you carry this over to Sam’s desk?” Hannah asks, smiling at her co-worker politely.
Connor would feel bad if he said no at this point, so he just nods and turns to head in that direction.
He sighs as he hears Hannah and Boomer resume bickering behind him, and shakes his head, focusing on the task at hand instead.
(Working here is a fucking mess. He misses home.)