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I free myself from Vega's grip, the contact broken but the tension lingering. I walk toward the fallen milk carton, but Vega beats me to it, picking it up before I can move. He places it on the kitchen counter.
"Thanks," I say, glancing at the carton, which didn't break at all after being thrown.
Vega doesn't reply. Instead, he leans against the counter with his lower back, seemingly relaxed. His fingers playfully grasp the edge of the counter, and I glance over, catching sight of the bruising on his knuckles. I look away quickly, then pour milk into a glass.
"Got into a fight?" I ask, my voice neutral.
"Aren't you not supposed to be snacking late at night?" he counters, ignoring my question.
