Theo stood in the middle of Sylas's living room with her arms folded, and both men stood there like mice that had been trapped and had finally decided scurrying around was useless.
Neither looked particularly interested in making eye contact with her.
"So." Theo looked between them.
Silence.
"What is the trial?"
Sylas instinctively moved to adjust his glasses, but Theo snapped at him, "There are no glasses on your face!!"
His hand immediately dropped.
Zeke almost laughed, but Theo's raw gaze snapped at him too, and he quickly turned it into a cough.
"Now, one of you better start speaking, or you wouldn't make it another hour,"
"We wouldn't make it another hour...?"
"You wouldn't make it another hour. Full fuckin stop!!"
They both flinched again.
It seems Sylas finally succumbed away from whatever had been forcing him to keep his mouth shut, "I'll tell you. Let's go and sit down first,"
"What's wrong with standing?" She glared at him.
