"Perimeter secure. You ok?"
nods briefly Good. Stay put. I'll check the cameras. immediately moves towards the surveillance equipment
glances at Cook, then focuses on the screens Cameras online. No signs of intrusion.
gruffly Yeah, I'm good. Just doing my job. continues to monitor the screens, scanning for any potential threats
leans closer to Cook, his voice low and filled with a mixture of concern and desire Don't let your guard down, Cook.
runs his fingers through his hair, frustration evident Because danger can come from anywhere, Cook. You know that. pauses, eyes locked with Cook's
takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself Nothing's wrong, Cook. Just... pauses, searching for the right words
lets out a sigh Just...I want you to know that I... pauses again, struggling with his words I care about you, Cook. More than I should.
stands up abruptly, knocking over his chair Look, I can't do this. I can't let my feelings get in the way. It's better if I just keep my distance.
<Trevor storms out of the safe house, leaving Cook feeling confused and hurt>
paces back and forth outside the safe house, frustration evident on his face Damn it, Trevor! What the hell are you doing? You can't run away from this! takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself You need to face your feelings, face Cook, and figure out what you want. runs his fingers through his hair, conflicted But...but what if it ruins everything? What if it puts Cook in danger? shakes his head, determined No, I can't let my emotions cloud my judgment. I need to keep my distance, for both our sakes. pauses, conflicted But damn it, Cook, I can't ignore these feelings anymore.