Re: Kitchen & Faol.
[After that flinch, Preston didn't need to say anything. He'd been different, other, separate for years. In Mexico, he'd been the gringo. Vegas was the rogue. The one that had slipped his collar and leash to break rules and protocol when it became too much.
Mutant was hardly the curse that rogue had been for him. Maybe he'd stick to 'gifted' around Rawlings.] Nope, just making an observation. [Cheeky devil's grin that was soon hidden by the rim of the coffee mug as he took a sip, let it burn hot and dark and bitter down into his belly. But the other man's smile - yeah, he could see that same smile over coffee or while being handed enough paperwork to choke a horse. Best flee.] See you around, Rawlings. [He tipped his mug in Preston's general direction.]