Re: Family Table
Max recognized Blytech, now that she had time to focus on something other than the flashing lights and the fluttering in her stomach. He was the boy who had helped her distract the police, once upon a time, and she found herself unsurprised to see him in this group. Quinn, she belated recognized based on size alone. She was so tiny compared to the others. She didn't know Bunny or Wren or Darwin, but she was starting to wonder if Thomas had managed to populate this entire table with tiny teenagers that wore masks in the evenings. The moment that realization hit her, she cocked her head at him, forgetting the cameras altogether. "Okay, that was ballsy," she said, and she wasn't talking about Roger and the dance floor.
She leaned her elbows on the table, shifted so her back was to the room at large, the movement one that spoke of privacy desired for intimacy, rather than as a tactic to hide what she was saying. She leaned forward, brushed a non-existent speck off his shoulder. "I want to know what changed, Brandon," she said.