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‘Is Mullen dying?’ McLaine slides so unhelpfully in with, crashing into the wall right next Harry and trying to pass it off with a classy lean. ‘Can I be fine for one second,’ Harry clips back. ‘You sure man, you don’t look fine,’ Torson says, just as unhelpfully and with no attempt to look classy as he splats into the brick. ‘You look like your overheating,’ you reiterate, talking to Harry over your shoulder, eager to stamp it down as fact before Jean starts charging into the heart attack reality again, ‘which is a little surprising, what’s that shirt made of?’ Harry blinks, lowers the now empty flask. ‘Uh—‘ ‘He got it at some costume place, it’s cheap as shit,’ Jean mutters. ‘Polyester then, not very breathable…’ you continue, because your much more comfortable with clothing fabric than asking Jean how the hell he knew that. ‘Get those sleeve up at least, it’ll help.’ Harry pauses before complying, handing the flask back to you before fighting his arm out to start work. ‘You good with fabric?’ Torson asks, and you glance over to confirm he’s talking to you. ‘I like to think so.’ ‘Make your clothes?’ McLaine joins in.

You don’t think he’d be stupid enough to start something right now. Regardless you answer, nice and boring and unfussed. ‘Not anything I’m wearing, no,’ you reply, ‘I did make my work jacket however.’ That gets a surprising amount of buzz. ‘Oh, for real?’ McLaine asks, sounding actually interested. ‘Take orders?’ Judit cuts in, and you hope she’s joking because she definitely means children. Any chance to reply to either of them is lost to Heidelstam though, leaning right over the rink and forcing you back into Harry, pressed against his arm, chest and definitely making him drop the sleeve he was working on with a curse, his how free hand going to your shoulder to keep you steady. ‘It’s your own work! Thank you for saying, That was driving me mad, I was certain it was a replica, fantastic work.’ This is a strange time to realise nobody at work — asides from Alice — has complimented your sewing before. ‘Thank you,’ is all you say. ‘You said it was inside out,’ Jean huffs. Trant just beams. ‘That’s what threw me. I thought it might be, you’ve taken the colour from the lining, yes? Your jacket, the orange,’ he makes a noise of delight, clicks his finger before you can confirm. ‘I was wondering if they’d made a rare set, or a manufacturing error. You had me down at the library, cross-referencing sources.’

You wonder why he didn’t just ask. Best guess is that maybe it was a pride thing. He was only going to come to you when he wanted to finalise his theory. ‘Wait, is this why you were asking me about Kim’s jacket?’ Harry asks, chest still rising and falling. But the question isn’t directed at Trant. It’s directed at Jean. He’s already rolling his eyes. ‘Because Big Brain here was about to disappear into the library three days. And you weren’t fucking helpful.’ ‘I was accurate.’ ‘You looked at me like you’d lost your mind again and just said It’s Kim’s?’ Harry raises a hand to his chest with all the drama of a dying Therrier. ‘Yeah?’ You didn’t know a jacket could cause such chaos. (That’s not quite true. You know Harry still has that Jacket hidden somewhere, and you know it’s going to come out at the strangest moment he can think of.) ‘I am so lost,’ Torson shrugs. ‘Revacholian Aerostatic jackets were reversible,’ you start to explain. Torson leans in, surprisingly eager to hear. McLaine’s tapped out, initial interest depleted.

‘Black outside, orange inside,’ Trant cuts in, finally leaning back a bit, like a teacher starting the next lecture. ‘It was to ease rescue if a pilot went down, they’d turn it out so they were easier to spot,’ he sucks in a breath. ‘High risk though…’ ‘Quite,’ you finish, cutting him off before things get dark. ‘It’s as you say, they weren’t built to be the worn the orange way round. The pockets become impractical, and it’s also not particularly comfortable, the originals use leather for the outside.’ ‘So you made your own,’ Trant finalises. ‘Yes. I like the orange more.’ ‘Do you have an original?’ Judit asks. It’s an obvious question. It still surprises you. ‘Yes. I don’t wear it much,’ you respond, rubbing your neck. Trant whistles. ‘I know museums that would pay good money for that,’ he says. No. It’s the only thing of her’s you have. ‘I don’t think I’ll be parting with it,’ you say instead, looking to Harry in search of a distraction. ‘How are you holding up?’

I don't think this bit will make it in so here it is as a #wipwednesday

I like it but I've gone off on one.

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