Tommy's eyes lit up like a dog seeing a treat. "SNACKS." Felicity laughed. "Yes, Tommy. Snacks."
Victor's head lifted immediately when she approached him with a wrapped bundle in her hands. He watched her the way he always did now. Like he was checking for cracks.
Felicity knelt beside him and held out the bundle. "For you." He blinked. "What is it."
"A sandwich," she said, proud. "And don't be mean. It's apocalypse gourmet." Voss, overhearing, stepped closer, eyebrows raised. "You made sandwiches."
"Yes," Felicity said, then looked at him. "And you're getting one too." Damien appeared without being asked, which annoyed her, because he always did that.
"You're all getting one," she said, pointing between them. "Sit. Shut up. Eat." Victor's mouth twitched, dangerously close to a smile. He took the sandwich, and his fingers brushed hers.
She leaned in and kissed his cheek, quick and soft. The effect was immediate. Victor stilled like the world had stopped.
