PLAGUE
Hello, Ivy.
THANE
Do you need anything? Food? Supplies?
Ivy bites her lip, considering. She glances at me, then back at the phone.
IVY
I'm, ummm, still in heat. I could use some heat supplies.
My chest tightens.
Still can't believe that happened.
That she wanted me.
That she still does.
WHISKEY
Yes ma’am! Heat supply run activated! What do you need?
Ivy's cheeks flush as she types.
IVY
Nesting blankets, electrolytes, protein bars, pain relief patches?
PLAGUE
I can procure these items.
WHISKEY
Not without me! I call shotgun on emergency omega run!
Ivy, we could bring everything to you in DISGUISE
I'm thinking fake mustaches, sunglasses, trench coats, the works?
PLAGUE
Why would that even be necessary?
Beside me, Ivy laughs. The sound kicks through my chest. She shows me Whiskey's messages, eyes crinkling at the corners.
"He's ridiculous," she says, but there's fondness in her voice.
Something uncomfortable twists in my gut.
She likes him. His humor. His easy way with words.
Things I can't offer.
WHISKEY
