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Mira had to finish researching the methods her latest client wanted. They weren’t exactly kind. Usually she’d refuse, but she could slip a quick death in. She just needed to pick the one she would fake having used. It wasn’t hard to fool her clients. She was lucky Zeke was with Kaya and Corus was distracted. This wouldn’t go over well with either of them.
It was easy to lose herself to this. The research was mindless, often adapting things she’d been trained to do. The worst was when she had to learn something new. The things she found would be hard to stomach for anyone else. She wanted to be done before Corus got curious. Before Kaya came back with Zeke. Before they could remember just what her job was.
“Oh my god…”
Corus’s voice made her blood run cold. She turned to see him, he looked almost as pale as when she’d first met him. She slammed the laptop closed and brought her hands around him. She expected him to shy away, but he leaned against her fingers. She wrapped them around him and lifted his small form off the table.
“ You look like you’re about to pass out ,” she whispered. Corus hugged her fingers, she pulled him close to her chest. “Why were you watching me work?”
Mira cupped her hand to her chest, pulling her fingers from around Corus. He shuffled in her hold to lean against her heart. She always found it a bit funny how easily she let him near her weak spots. In the past she was positive she’d never trust someone like this, but now she would never stop holding him close.
“I thought if I learned too I could try to help more,” Corus said. She grimaced, ever since the night he snuck along he’d tried to offer his help. She wouldn't deny someone as small as him would make a number of things easier, but she wouldn’t risk him. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to have another person like her around to keep an eye out for dangers.
Mira made her way out of her room to rest on the couch. She didn’t want to keep him near the computer, she had no idea how long he’d been watching. She curled her fingers around him again. A soft groan escaped his small frame. She pulled him up to her neck and let him go right next to her. She shivered as he moved to get comfortable.
“I’ve told you before that I’m not bringing you along,” she sighed.
That apparently made him upset. He started to climb up next to her. He set his small hands on her skin to balance as walked. Eventually she turned her head to face him. His hand was set on the tip of her nose right as she moved. He still looked sick, but he was serious as he stared into her eyes.
“I can help you! You said I was helpful that time by accident, so imagine how helpful I can be on purpose,” he insisted. She brought her hand up and pressed him against her face. She felt him push against her, pulling her hand back and laughing when he stumbled. He started laughing with her.
“Look even if you help you’re not going to be killing anyone,” she said as she ran a finger down his back. “I’m the only one who’s going to have blood on their hands.”
Corus marched up to her and set both his hands on her nose. He lifted himself up, it made Mira wince. He climbed up to sit on top of her cheek and stare down into her eye. She was tempted to reach up and grab him. To make him sit between her eyes rather than staring down while her head was on its side.
“ When I help I’ll help with all of it,” he whispered. He leaned forward until his face was blurred in her vision. “If you’re staining your hands I’ll stain mine.”
Mira brought a hand up over him. He didn’t even move as the shadow of her hand covered him. She slid her fingers around his waist and pulled him off her face. She set him down in front of her lips and moved her hand to trap him. Slowly she leaned forward and pressed her lips against him.
“ If you help, we’ll see what help I need,” she mumbled. He shivered and she knew at least the conversation was done. “Let’s just relax for now, you still look pale.”
“I’m always pale,” he mumbled, but still relaxed against her. She kissed him once he’d gone limp getting a squeak from the small man.
