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He reached for a towel and wiped the sweat from his face.
When Lilly's voice rose again, animated and insistent, he turned toward the window and growled as quietly as he could.
"Hawk," Quill called, drawing his attention back. "Are you okay?"
He didn't look at him. "Fine."
"Yeah... You don't seem fine."
"Maybe I'm focused," Hawk muttered. "Not everything needs to be a discussion."
Quill shifted slightly, but before he could respond, Lilly spoke up. "Hey, Quill, did you see the file I emailed you? The adjustments are in there. You were so right. The horizontal perspective really changes the whole look and feel."
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