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—was on edge. He adjusted his jacket, the one with the faded patch he'd earned back before the "incident," and looked over at Viola.

She was waiting for him at the entrance, sitting on a milk crate, rain beading on her oversized glasses. She didn’t carry a weapon. She didn’t need one. Her phone was a weapon. Her watch was a weapon. Her brain was a small, warm nuclear reactor disguised as a teenage girl in a thrift-store hoodie. vick %28aka vincent%29 and viola from teenburg

The relationship between (often referred to by his real name, ) and is a central emotional pillar in the series —was on edge

He glanced down. It was. Damn her.

“That’s not fine print. That’s just breaking and entering.” sitting on a milk crate