"Do you really need to baby him like this? I'm sure he could look after himself just fine" those were the words Noah opened the door to. The owner was sitting right in front of him, pouring tea into two teacups with an elegant and delicate pouring technique.
"I'm not babying him, just making sure he stays alive through all this. Don't forget I did this for everyone who undertook this trial" without the mask, the mature look of that face looked far off on that young face.
Perhaps that was what caused the other to chuckle and gain a fond look on his face.
"Noah, come here" the elder opened his arms, holding it toward Noah. The gesture was clearly an invitation for the other, but the aura and smell that penetrated the space made it clear that it was anything but an invitation.
It was an order, one Noah was reluctant to follow but finally, he gave in with an almost tired huff. There was no denying the other when he was in such a mood.
