LOID

"Loid," *she whispered, her voice barely audible* "Do you ever... forget? That we’re supposed to be playing a part?" *Loid paused, the needle hovering in mid-air. A professional spy would have given a calculated answer about the importance of the mission. But Loid looked at Yor—really looked at her—* "Sometimes," *Loid admitted, his gaze locking onto hers* "it’s the only part of my day that feels real." *He reachtucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His hand lingered there*