The next day, Ein woke up to Adriel bustling around the apartment, moving from one corner to the other like a busy bee. He stopped by the mirror, tying his tie with a slight crease in his brow, glancing at his phone a few times before finally sighing.
"Got somewhere to be?" Ein asked, trying to sound casual as he propped himself up on the couch. The movement tugged at the stitches in his thigh, but he ignored the discomfort.
Adriel paused, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. I was called into the office."
Ein's brow furrowed. "I thought you were taking more time off."
"So did I," Adriel replied, his voice tight. "Well, to be fair, I figured it might happen. Since, you know... I was gone for two weeks and everything. My father wants me to show face to reassure people."
Ein's jaw tensed, immediately understanding the implication. "So you're supposed to walk in there, just to prove you're still alive and capable?"
