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“So,” Dylan’s civilian husband says, looking Julian up and down. He doesn’t look impressed, but he doesn’t look performatively unimpressed either. Just assessing. He cocks an eyebrow, then looks up at Julian again. “You’re Dylan’s friend from his old job.”
Julian’s own eyebrows quirk in amusement. That’s one way to put it. “Yes, I am,” he says.
Dylan’s husband hums, rocking back on his heels a moment, then says, “You’ve been trying to get Dylan to come back, I hear.”
Julian tips his head. “Yes, I have,” he says. He isn’t going to deny it. “Is this the part where you tell me to stay away from your husband?”
A slight narrowing of eyes. Not angry, though. “No,” Dylan’s husband says, still almost casual. “I don’t make a habit of taking Dylan away from people he loves.”
He doesn’t even have to leave emphasis on the first word to get his point across. Julian is reluctantly impressed.
He inclines his head ever-so-slightly, conceding the point. At least a little. Andy smiles back, bright and cheerful as if that settles it, then breezes past him to greet Dylan.
Julian wonders if Andy is really that naïve, or if he’s simply patient.