"Boss!" I greeted cheerfully, lifting my hand in an exaggerated wave like I hadn't almost died a dozen times since we last met.
"I told you we'll meet again," Kairos' lips curled upward—just a split second—before the expression vanished like it had never existed.
Dagur and Thorne froze.
"…Did," Dagur whispered, eyes wide, "did Boss just smile?"
"I think my eyes are malfunctioning," Thorne muttered back. "Should I report this to the system?"
"Since when did I ever doubt you?" I grinned back. My nose twitched. "Also—wow. That skewer smells amazing."
I leaned in a little closer, eyes glued to the food, silently projecting share it with me energy.
Kairos followed my gaze slowly. Then, without breaking eye contact, he took another bite. "Buy your own," he said flatly.
"…Just a bite?" I asked, clasping my hands together in what I thought was a very convincing, pitiful expression.
"No."
I gasped. "Heartless."
