Ryan: "Hey" she whispers, motioning Cruz off to the side "So? Did it come?"
Cruz: "Yeah."
Ryan: "And?"
Cruz: "I passed." he sighs, watching Ryan's eyes widen in excitement
Ryan: "Oh, my God!" she exclaims, surprising the others sitting in the room
Cruz: "Shh, shh!" he grits, awkwardly nodding to the others as he pulls her out of the room "Hush."
Ryan: "What? Why aren't you more excited?"
Cruz: "Because I haven't told Otis yet. And right now I'm not so sure I actually should."
Ryan: "Oh, come on. You worked hard for this. You should be shouting it from the rooftops."
Cruz: "The rooftops are crumbling. Okay? Truck and Squad barely wanna look at each other and-oh, shh!" he hums, turning to face where Otis moves over to them
Otis: "What's going on?"
Ryan: "Nothing." she shrugs, exchanging a look with Cruz as Otis furrows his brows
Otis: "You two have a secret."
Cruz: "We have many secrets, Otis."
Otis: "Oh, yeah? Like what?"
Ryan: "If we told you then they wouldn't be a secret." she shrugs, moving around Otis to walk out the room as she does an excited motion at Cruz who widens his eyes, motioning her to walk off
•
Arya: "Morning, Hermann." she pants, rushing into the locker room
Hermann: "Hey. What'd you sleep through your alarm clock?"
Arya: "Eh, something like that." she chuckles, pulling her shirt off which reveals large bandages wrapped around her wrist
Hermann: "Jeez, what happened there?" he breathes, motioning to her arms "Looks like it hurts."
Arya: "Oh, not so much anymore" she shrugs, pulling her jacket on "Catch ya later." she hums, hurrying out the room as Hermann watches her with a concerned look
•
Ryan: "You're in a happy mood." she hums, watching Dawson move around the kitchen, humming to herself
Dawson: "Well, it is a beautiful morning."
Ryan: "Uh huh.
Brett: "So I take it this means things with Joseph are going good."
Dawson: "Oh, they are more than great."
Ryan: "Hmm. I take it you've missed his stamina?" she chuckles, taking a sip of her coffee
Dawson: "Like never before" she breathes, moving to lean against the counter "I don't know what it is but things feel different. I feel different."
Brett: "Good, different or bad?"
Dawson: "Good different."
Ryan: "Well, cheers to you." she smiles, holding her mug up as the three clink their glasses together
Hermann: "Hey, Brett."
Brett: "Hey."
Hermann: "You've spent a good amount of time with Hayes, right?"
Brett: "Yeah."
Hermann: "Any of you ever noticed anything up with her?"
Dawson: "Like what?"
Hermann: "It's the second time she's come in with wrapped up wrists, stained with blood."
Ryan: "You think she's hurting herself?"
