Lying down inside the elevator, Rylan had his eyes closed and took in deep breaths, waiting for Owen to fix the system.
Both didn’t speak a word after their last argument. Neither they had the energy to continue nor the time to waste.
Owen dropped the black bag and pushed it inside the elevator with his foot.
“These are freaking heavy, so pick a few ones for yourself,” Owen spoke lightly.
Rylan hummed in response and sat up to lean against the side of the elevator.
He zipped open the bag and looked into it, picking out a rake, a sickle, and a scythe. He held the scythe then put the rest of the tools back inside the bag.
Should they not get the scissors back? Rylan didn't want to ask Owen for another favor, or Owen would definitely smack him.
“It’s done,” Owen spoke softly, disrupting the silence between them.
“What floor are we going to now?” Rylan asked.