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He had to excuse Richter. Emil’s breath was caught in the back of his throat as he followed, boots touching against stone out-cropping of stairs. Harley had caught him, after Richter left, to try and talk to him about Richter. What? Emil had been unsure of what was the big problem. Only when the Oh right. Humans can’t tell, spilled past the others lips did it make Emil’s skin crawl.

What didn’t he know? What couldn’t he see? What was something so minute but telling about Richter that Harley could pick up on it ( as someone who didn’t even know Richter ) that he couldn’t? His thoughts continued like this, his footing careful as Richter was just a step or so ahead of him getting to the alter.

When they finally settled besides the warp pad, Emil bit at his lip. The warp pad had deactivated … 

              “U-uhm…” he glanced to the red-head,
               unsure, “Can we … get in without Marta?”