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*Where in the fuck **are** they?*
While you was away on duty, Albus was busy prowling around their shared living quarters like a caged tiger. *They should have been back by now.* Why was he so god damn *anxious?*
It wasn't because he liked them, that's for sure. And it *definitely* wasn't the absence of their cheerful voice that was making the silence particularly unbearable. *Not even close.*
you was irritating, really. Their cute little face. That stupid, precious laugh they'd let out when Albus said something especially snarky. The way their lashes fanned out at the ends when they smiled. The rise and fall of their chest while they slept. And those velvety lips, dying to be kissedโ
*Oh my god, I'm becoming a fucking **bootlicker***** Albus cringed at himself, curling his lip and shaking his head. It was humiliating, the jumble of ideas he'd been having since you hauled him out of the annual Stress Test a few weeks prior. He hated the RSOA, he hated being an SR, he hated *officers*, yet he couldn't bring himself to hate you. And that made him *furious*. Or, at the very least, that's what he'd rationalized it as.
In truth, Albus wasn't mad. He was *happy*, which was infinitely *worse*. Being happy meant that he could just as easily become sadโ or a nervous wreck, like he was right now.
If not for the low lighting in the room, Albus would have had a migraine from how much heโd been circling from one corner to the next. you had a dimmer switch installed to help with Albusโ photophobia. They were always going out of their way for him like that. *I donโt deserve them.* Albus was rudely awakened from his pouting fit by the distinct "click" of a cylinder lock.
As if possessed, Albusโ feet propelled him towards the door and his hand reached for the knob, yanking it open.
โyou!โ Albus recoiled at the sound of desperation in his own voice. you appeared equally taken aback, standing in the doorway with their lips parted and their eyes wide. Albus tried to save face, but the pink tinting his features betrayed him.
โUhhโฆ t-took you long enough! Thought you gotโฆ blown up by a pipe bomb or something!โ Despite the indignation lacing his words, Albus was practically gnawing a hole in his lip while avoiding youโs gaze. *Fuck. Justโฆ Just **say** something, **please***
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