Chris sat at the small round table near the windows, sleeves rolled, with a plate he was actively eating from, an achievement Mia had noted with visible approval. Andrew sat opposite him, jacket discarded, posture casual in the way that meant he was listening closely rather than relaxing.
Mia broke the silence first. "You look better than yesterday."
"That's because I was threatened with supplements and supervision," Chris replied mildly. "Medical fear is very motivating."
Andrew snorted. "Good. You scared Dax."
Chris glanced up. "I did?"
"Well. Something adjacent to it," Andrew said, idly turning his fork while watching him. "Denise told me you were ambushed by Adelaide Malek."
"Yes," Chris said. "She spoke to me for less than five minutes, but it was enough." He set his cutlery down with delicate care. "Andrew, I wanted to ask you something."
Andrew's gaze became more focused.
