Adriel hesitated, his words barely audible as he mumbled, "I made too much hot chocolate and need your help finishing it."
Ein blinked, momentarily lost for words. His brain was buffering, caught between his protective instincts and the simplicity of Adriel's plea—like the world's first computer trying to process a modern game.
"Hot chocolate?" he echoed, disbelief etched on his face.
Adriel gestured nervously, the warmth of embarrassment flooding his cheeks. "And movies..."
An amused sigh escaped Ein. "You want to do it so badly?"
The absurdity of the situation made it hard to keep a straight face, the corners of his lips betraying his attempts to keep serious as they twitched upward.
Adriel gave a guilty nod, his gaze drifting down to his slippers as he shifted his weight on the hallway tiles.
