Rhett practically choked at the question, his spoon clattering against the rim of his bowl. Across the makeshift table, Henrik shot them a weird look, still methodically sipping from his soup bowl with the patience of someone accustomed to rationing every drop.
"That is a weird question!" Rhett managed between coughs. "What makes you think that?"
Han adjusted his glasses, the lenses catching the dim lamplight. "Well, it's mostly because your soul looks really fucked up."
"What!" Bree gasped, her face wide with shock as she came back into the room with her bowl of soup, steam still rising from the surface. The ceramic clinked against her trembling fingers. "Did you just use a curse word?!"
Han's expression didn't change as he met her horrified stare. "You told him you watched your brother die without a blink and yet you're shocked that I said the word 'fuck'? Grow up."
