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I carefully return the booklet to my desk at the same time I ask, “How was work?”

“Long.” Her heavy sigh occurs prior to the lifting of the strappy shoes in her possession. “Looking forward to the day I don’t have to wear these so much.”

“That day could be tomorrow. Just say the word.”

Bryn’s expression along with her arm fall. “We’ve already been over this, and if we have to go over it again, you’ll be left alone to jerk it to thoughts of me rather than me jerk it for you in the shower.”

Additional chuckles are accompanied by me offering my hands up in surrender.

The sound encourages her to melt adoringly in place. “And what about you? How’s work?” She rests her head gently on the frame. “Progress on the event designs?”

“No.”

“Progress on the anniversary merchandise?”

“No.”

“Progress on the state of our union to the general public?”

“No.”

“Then what the fuck have you been doing in here since I left?” Bryn playfully pokes. “And you better not fucking say re-reading Batman comics where he battles Shark King because you missed me.”

“King Shark.”

“Excuse you. Do I correct you every time you mix up Kirk and Picard.”

“Yes.”

Her playful sneering encourages me to smugly smirk.

I appreciate that she’s interested in getting to know all sides of me.

The feeling is mutual.

Especially since it feels like we have very little in common.

Bryn’s like her favorite creature and show.

Driven by danger and adventure.

Prepared to eat in order not to be eaten or risk her life to save those she’s come to love.

She’s playful.

Whimsical.

Brutally honest although it’s often mistaken for crassness.

Her commitment to herself, to being the most authentic her she can be is awe-inspiring.

And terrifying.

Because like the cape crusader I’ve admired my entire existence, I’ve mastered the art of being two people, at two different times, but never both at once.

Which is what she really wants.

I can feel that in my bones.

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