The small push of jealousy and disgust encouraged me forward, and I let out a breath of relief when I found him sitting behind his desk on his computer, just as angry and frustrated as ever.
He did not look up until I closed the door behind me, and I watched the muscles in his jaw tick as he looked me over.
"Good morning," I said softly, making my way to one of the empty chairs on the other side of the desk. "What are you working on?"
Killian maintained his blank expression as he turned from me back to the computer screen.
"Can I help with anything?" Leaning forward, I tried to glance at the papers on his desk but was unable to see what they were. They appeared in a different language, possibly elvish, and I sank back into the seat as he continued to give me the silent treatment.
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