[ Pushing away from Erica's station, Chris half-jogs up from the depression in the middle of the room to meet Loki so they're not shouting across a space of ten feet or more, his hand automatically rising to cup Loki's elbow without him noticing it.
He's not called one of the brightest tactical minds in the Federation for nothing; Loki's hesitation, the face he's making as he nearly slips and calls Chris by his name, all these little details add up to paint a picture he doesn't particularly like, one that has his grip on Loki's arm tightening slightly as his eyes narrow. ]
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He's not called one of the brightest tactical minds in the Federation for nothing; Loki's hesitation, the face he's making as he nearly slips and calls Chris by his name, all these little details add up to paint a picture he doesn't particularly like, one that has his grip on Loki's arm tightening slightly as his eyes narrow. ]
So they want... you?