"Damn, you are mad," Crow breathed out, righting the tremble of his draft pile from the force of Rean's hand slamming on his desk. He set his coffee down once Rean closed the door, picking this time as the right time to open both his eyes and his ears to Rean's problems.

(Just like he always does. Always. Everything about Crow would always be open for Rean.)

Except for the fact that Crow wasn't expecting to hear those words out of Rean's mouth. Crow swore Scarlet to absolutely secrecy about that particular subject and the fact that she still ended up telling Rean made something in his chest burn - faintly, before being snuffed out by Crow's easy acceptance of the situation. So, we're going to have this talk after all.

Crow smiled calm and collected and said, "Tell me something, Rean: why would I ever tell you something like that?"