Something sex related.

The motel reminds you to return to the safe house.. You look at your watch and read it. You've been out here for about 30 minutes, so you’ll have been gone for an hour. Flora looks at the building for a couple of seconds longer. “Let’s go back,” you say. “Before we get caught like teenagers. We can talk more about what to do later tonight.”

Surprisingly, she grabs your hands and locks her fingers around yours. “Thank you, Warren. Even if we die trying… thank you.”

“Real words of encouragement, Flora.”

She squeezes your hand and giggles slightly. “You have nothing to worry about. That much I know for sure.”

“So,” you clear your throat. “We…you know…? Tonight?”

Flora’s grip on your hand tightens somewhat. “That’s your final question?”

“I’ve missed you, girl~.”

“Were you missing me when you piped Alexandra and Scarlet?” She retorts.

“Well—“ a frog invades your throat.

“I’ll think about it,” Flora sighs. “Let’s get back home in the meantime. We got a lot of months ahead of us.”

…

…

“Alright,” Flora says, downing the rest of her water. “I’m going to bed then.”

Amara perks up to stare at Flora. “You’re usually up later. What’s the matter?”

Flora’s eyes remain dull as she looks up at Amara. “Just tired, is all. Nothing is wrong.”

Amara studies Flora as if she’s a concerned mother suspecting sickness in one of her children. “OK then. Get some rest. I’ll have Warren clean up the kitchen.”

“OK,” Flora says, excusing herself from the table. She doesn’t glance at anyone else when she leaves.

Alexandra looks up from her plate. “I’ll help him,” she offers, almost surprising you as much as Amara.

“You definitely need more rest,” Amara says. “I can help Warren if he needs any.”

Alexandra shakes her head. “I was in bed all day today. It’s the least I can do. I know you have some, uh, you know...conflicting thoughts, but he did save me.”

Amara shrugs. “I’m not holding it against either of you. You’re both adults and are allowed to do whatever you desire… as long as it doesn’t fuck anything else up with the team.”

“That explains Kenji,” you mutter.

“Kenji is his own animal. He doesn’t follow the same rules,” Amara replies with an undertone of a snobbish accent. “You are your own animal too, Warren.”

You put on your best smile. Despite herself, she smiles too. “Don’t break any of the dishes.”

Feeling like a kid again, washing plates, bowls, and silverware with a scrub and soap, sharing a little conversation that was pleasant and noninvasive. And somehow, all subjects evade both Scarlet and your near-**** experience.

When everything is put away, you both return to the dining table to continue talking. You have never spent any time like this with Alexandra before, so it feels a little strange to see her do a complete 180’ in the way she’s treating you. Once the subject dies down and you’re sitting in silence, Alexandra lets out a heavy sigh and shakes her head.

“I’m not good at apologizing,” she squirms in her chair, avoiding eye connect with you. “But, I’m sorry for being an asshole to you. Even if I wasn’t mean to you all the time, I want to clear up that, uhm…negative energy between, I guess.”

“I don’t really know what to say,” you tell her.

“I don’t expect you to say anything,” her eyes fixed on yours finally. “I’m just sorry, is all.”

“Well,” you manage. “Don’t sweat it. I didn’t think I’d… it just felt like the right thing to do at the time.”

Alexandra smirks a little bit, her eyes leaving yours to focus on the table. “I’m not sure if I could have done it.”

“Of course not,” you reply. “I’m too heavy for you to carry.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she chases you, but when she looks at you, she realizes you are being sarcastic. “I’m talking about Scarlet. Helping someone I don’t get along with—then sticking around after getting snitched on. “Why did you stay? Why didn’t you just leave?”

Because I’m trying to help Flora escape. You think to yourself.

That was the truth. But, you started to wonder if there was more to now after that night Scarlet snapped and nearly got you both killed.