; Good to see you, too.

; Who typed that

; Wife.

ㅤ“Xion did a mission for her recently. I was informed by Torashi-kun. I would like to check in with what was gathered from it.”

( Torashi seemed concerned despite the fact that she was relatively unharmed. It seems his mind could not easily let that go. )

; He's so hers.

; These are so ugly, I need you gone.

; 💀 Jen.

Sometimes he fumbles, let him live.

; We should write this.

; You're onto something, wait....

Need this framed

; And he would listen to every bit of hers.
Them idly chitchatting to each other about food again when

( Even when he pulls away his thumb traces over her bottom lip. )

ㅤ“Who knows…”

( There is a look of fondness that matches her own— )

“You’re right. If you have finished with everything we should go check on them. And Minerva too, for that matter.”

( Too bad his words didn’t exactly match. )

( Her gaze was that captivating, but he doesn’t think he’ll admit that quite yet. )

( Instead his hand moves to rest on her cheek and without a word he presses a kiss to her lips. It’s simple and chaste, but he lingers more than he probably should. )

I see it.

Now...

ㅤ“It’s getting better.”

( It still feels strange, as if she is reteaching him peace. Having her love— )

ㅤ“The others were safe when you saw them?”