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They were getting closer to opening night and Nina was dancing beautifully, as always. They had learned the new choreography, they'd found their patterns, their movements. Lily liked working with Nina, they were generally comfortable with each other now and she knew damn well they had excellent chemistry, which was coming through in every duet they performed.

But they were both tired. And she was starting to wonder if it wasn't wearing on Nina like it did before. She didn't want to worry and she sure as hell didn't want to pry, but she kept thinking about that movie and all the things it had shown her. Things she didn't want to know.

At the studio one evening, she got changed, pulling her hair out of the bun and running her fingers through the tangles. When she stepped into the hall, she had her bag over one shoulder and she paused by Nina's dressing room to see if she was still there, if maybe she wanted to grab some dinner.

"Hey," she called, rapping on the door. "Are you gone?"