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Walt didn’t like Annie. He didn’t say anything about it, but Hollis could feel him stewing. Thinking. Upstairs-neighbor noises.

He was keeping his promise—he wasn’t flirting with her or saying anything that spun Hollis into a panic attack—but he flinched when Annie first hugged him.

Walt kept her at a distance. Didn’t talk to Hollis at all while Annie was talking to him, didn’t push back on anything Hollis wanted him to say.

It was eerie and a bit frustrating.

Hollis waited until Annie settled in to watch a movie with them to say something about it.

What’s your problem? Hollis snapped.

Nothing. It’s fine, Walt said.

It’s not fine, I can hear you fucking... deliberating or something. What are you thinking about?

Annie laughed at the movie and glanced over at Hollis to make sure he was enjoying it. Walt grinned back at her and stopped answering Hollis completely.

Things continued like this until she left, demanding another hug of Walt, which he reluctantly gave.

What the hell is wrong with you? Hollis yelled as soon as the door shut behind her.

Leave it be.