"Thanks for everything," Ambrose managed a bright smile as he hugged Viktor. The Esper was right outside the suite, about to leave. "You've got to share your recipes by the way. Who knew a nepo baby like you could make such good dishes?"
Viktor grinned as they broke the hug. "Oh, stop." Then he flicked his eyes to Devon before whispering. "Actually, don't stop. I've got to keep rubbing it in on Mr uptight back there."
"I heard that." Devon shook his head, his arms folding in front of his chest. "Take care, Vik."
As Viktor left and Ambrose shut the door behind him—he let out a strained sigh.
Devon noticed instantly. "Hey. You okay?"
Ambrose nodded, already bringing out his phone. "Yeah, yeah… just a bit exhausted." Fortunately, a distraction came in the form of Orion.
"Papa, look! It's that cartoon with a sea sponge again." He chirped from a sofa facing the TV.
