Just then, Tank emerged from the kitchen, carrying a bowl of steaming hot soup. He made his way toward Cain's room with careful steps.
"Hey, fatty! Where are you going with that?" Joker called out, eyeing the soup suspiciously.
Without even turning around, Tank replied, "The boss is exhausted. He needs something hot and light to keep his strength up. I'm giving this to him."
Joker's lips twisted into a pout. "That fatty is stealing my position," he mumbled, watching Tank ascend the stairs.
Bones chuckled. "Let him be, ohohohoho."
Joker's playful expression faded, replaced by something more serious. "Aren't you worried about Cain?" he asked. "He looked exhausted and thin."
Bones leaned back, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Yeah, I am. But didn't you notice that fire in his eyes when he walked in?"
