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[therushingsky]

"Heyyyy, you've reached the head office of the Atlas Corporation, leave a message and your number, and one of our people will get back to you."

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[therushingsky]

"Thanks." Rhys replies, his tone soft, "Honestly, once you both got off my list of people to have screaming rows with-- you and Jedao skipped way up the list of people I call in a crisis-- actually I think Jedao might have been on both lists at the same time, now that I think about it."

He flashes a lopsided little grin, finally bringing his hand up from Quentin's cheek to ruffle his hair.

"Same to you though, right? This place can be-- tricky. If you ever need to unload and you can't find the right husband for the job, I'll be about."

Completely forgetting about the fact that he's been pretending that he's going to leave.

[magician_king]

"So I take it you're staying?"

He says, mouth curving into a wide, quick smile. Quentin very seldom smiles outright, tends towards a reserved affect (when he isn't in a screaming row) but he grins at him now.

"Good. This place is better with you in it."

[therushingsky]

"Huh?"

It takes a moment for that to land, the grin is a bit of a distraction. That flash of bright sharp light in the mists that are Quentin. Then he laughs again, glancing down, immediately awkward.

"Well-- I mean, I guess I'm not rushing to go back to the terrifying desolate deserts of Pandora..."

[magician_king]

"And thank fuck."

He agrees, gesturing vaguely towards the eye.

"I'd be in trouble without you. For this- and the fact that I'm going to recruit you to team 'casually buffer Elijah from Fives and Jedao.'"

They won't do anything, but they're sure as hell not going to be thrilled.