“Got in a fight with him?” Scout asked and Spy threw him such a murderous glance that it might have been real bullets. 'I do not know.” He calmly answered, his eyes on the empty chair in front of him. His spoon stopped mid-air and silence fell for a fraction of a second at the dinner table. Sick fic is here! Hopefully that does the job for you :D Enjoy!Īs soon as Engie asked, all heads turned to the one man who most probably knew: Spy.
