Dax raised a brow with a dangerous smile on his face. One that promised mocking, out of his deranged sense of love.
"Five minutes," Dax repeated, as if tasting the number. "How generous."
Chris made a soft sound that was half laugh, half warning. "Dax."
Dax finally glanced at him, the look in his eyes the opposite of mean - fond, amused, entirely too pleased to be in a room where nobody was performing. "What? I'm agreeing."
Marianne let out a low laugh from her armchair, relieved and delighted by the return of something human. Daniel's hand rested gently on the back of her chair.
Trevor's mouth twitched once, then he thought better and grinned. Lucas's expression stayed sharp, but the tension in his shoulders eased by a fraction, like he was allowing himself to exist without armor for a minute.
Sirius, watching Dax with the calm of someone who could take a joke and throw one back harder, lifted his brows.
