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Glass shuffled the papers in their hands once more only for them to end up in the same order. They avoided Iceberg's watchful gaze as he leaned on their desk and claimed the space for himself. He crossed his arms, waiting for them to speak up.
"Well—" Glass cleared their throat. "Perhaps you could elaborate more on your life when you still lived at home?"
He hummed thoughtfully, yet neither his mind or eyes were on anything except them. "I think I'd rather get an answer on how I can get into your home?"
They sighed and shook their head. Their attempt at speaking up cut short by his cold hand gently lifting theirs. Heat rose to their cheeks. Arguably, the cause of which was simply being their body responding to the sudden temperature change. Neither of them would believe that though.
"Or maybe," Iceberg paused to press his lips against their fingers, "you can tell me what type of ring you like?"
Glass felt that their own hand might freeze as well if he held on longer. A distant battle between their on fire face and ice cold arm. But they had no desire to let go ever again.