Her heart lurched at the precise, measured pattern. Evander's knock was as methodical as everything else about him. And it came almost three hours after Naia received word of their return to the Confluence.
Three hours of waiting, wondering, and preparing again what she wanted to say to him after days - weeks - of careful consideration.
'Maybe even months, really…'
She opened the door to find him still in his field uniform, though freshly showered. His hair wasn't even dry, like he'd taken one then come right this way. The mission had clearly ended hours ago… so why wouldn't he be in his casuals?
His visor pulsed faint red in bursts, some sort of calculations running even now. When he spoke, her squad leader's voice carried none of the light exhaustion typically following a deployment. Something else seemed to energize him.
"May I come in?"
