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“Didn’t mean anything by it,” Alec said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Just asking if you wanted to play.”
Rachel’s upper lip twitched, and Alec let his eyes fall from hers.
He didn’t need to be Lisa to figure out how she worked. He’d seen it before. Lashing out at anything and everything, because the alternative was being vulnerable, open to being hurt again.
“Why would I want to play?”
He unpaused New Vegas, and turned his character to look at Rex. The dog onscreen barked.
She gave him a look he couldn’t interpret, and slowly sat.
