The faint buzz of her phone brought a frown of irritation across Aria's features. The scowl deepened as she caught the message. She ignored the curious glance thrown at her from the other side of the room as she accessed her phone's features to verify the death trainee's success, staring at the verification with distaste. Very well. A bet was a bet. She responded to Wilson in kind:
Syusaki
Croix Richardson. Ex Death hunter, was my superior. Killed in action. Officially written down as MIA. Saved my life by paying with his.
It was the hardest day of my life. I don't think I'll ever get over it.
"What was that all about?"
Aria looked up as Lance carefully marked the page he was reading, closing the book quietly and watching her. She managed a shrug. "A deathie trainee wanted to know about my first love." Aria shook her head, managing a grin. "Apparently he was on a mission from H. There was no way I was going to tell him about my first, so I told him my second."
Lance raised an eyebrow. "And your first was...?"
"You don't remember?" She stared at him, "The first night... The first night you came to my room. We... We had an argument over that. You stormed off."
Recognition sparked in his eyes. He raised his hands and gestured. "Aria, please come here."
"Why?"
"Because I remember. I remember and I can't get out of this bed and walk over to you to hug you tight. Just... please. This once, can you humor me and just... come here? Just for a moment?"
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