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Somatically, subconsciously, Luke was aware that their plan of attack upon the barrels had changed, and his body made the adjustment on what was essentially autopilot. Catching each barrel pushed across by Sangue and loading them onto the lift with an almost mechanical pattern of movement, his conscious, thinking mind was somewhere else entirely.

Namely, a few yards down the hall.

Sangue, the most enigmatic person he'd ever come across in his life, was opening up to him just minutes after Lauren had. The venomous woman rarely spoke to begin with, let alone so honestly and intimately. For the second time in what felt like as many minutes, Luke found himself privy to a rare side of someone that they were never keen to share.

So, of course, he paid attention.

[b]"If you're saying you want to be friends,"[/b] he responded, smiling warmly. [b]"Then I'd be more than happy to, Sangue."[/b]