<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Excuse you, Brendan, is something stuck in your throat? I have heard you clearing it twice now. I know that you are not fucking trying to control what Orion says, because right now you are supposed to be driving us home, and that is all. Not listening to our conversation. Now do your Goddamn job and let us speak in peace, or there will be hell to pay." She did not care that she called Bernard the wrong name. She didn't even care about what he might think. She was tired of hearing him clearing his throat in an attempt to sensor Orion. </span></span><br/>
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Cassiopeia smiled as Orion covered her hand with his and gave it a gentle squeeze. She scooted closer to him, but didn't make a move. It was up to him now. She would allow Orion to take things further, to show he was ready. Maybe then they would get farther. Or at least they would stay on the same page. Her hand rotated under his so they could actually hold hands. She was ready to do better for Orion. </span></span></span>