Marlowe
I'd gotten three-quarters of the way through rebuilding a fuel pump before I realized King had been standing behind me for a solid two minutes without saying a single word about it.
"You're doing it again."
"Doing what."
"The staring thing." I didn't look up, mostly because looking up meant looking at him, and looking at him for too long had started doing things to my concentration I didn't have time for with half a fuel system in pieces on the bench. "I thought we covered this. It's unsettling."
"You said it was unsettling. I never agreed."
"That tracks."
He came around the bench instead of arguing further, close enough that I felt the heat of him at my back before I registered he'd actually moved, and reached past me for the housing I was about to seat wrong.
"Other way."
