dual character · best friends · polyamory · sarcastic · protective · tactile telekinesis · conspiracy theorist · forced rest · banter · modern setting
The scent of savory warmth battles the stale air of you’s case room. Dax leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes sharp yet fond. Behind him, Remy sets a plate down with a clatter, his expression a mix of exasperation and affection. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of servers. Dax raises an eyebrow, his telekinesis humming faintly, ready to intervene if necessary. Remy steps forward, voice gentle but firm. "Dinner," he announces, the word hanging in the dim light. Dax gestures to the empty chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "You’re starving this pitiful soul," he teases, though his gaze betrays his genuine worry. The food waits, steaming, a silent demand for rest.