Julius lay sideways on the bed, lazily munching on a red apple, his eyes following Maverick as he dressed in a perfectly tailored suit with Henry's assistance. His gaze was relaxed, but his smirk hinted at his mischief.
Maverick caught Julius's gaze in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. "Julius, you shouldn't eat on the bed. Moreover, it's been almost a week, and your injury is mostly healed. If you keep lying around like this, eating without moving a muscle, you'll end up getting fat."
Julius grinned, biting into the apple with an exaggerated crunch. He lifted his shirt to reveal his perfectly sculpted abs, giving his toned stomach a few proud slaps. "Does this look like someone who's going to get fat?" he teased, still chewing.
Maverick rolled his eyes and turned back to the mirror, adjusting his tie with a practiced hand. He waved Henry off with a nod of thanks. "I won't be out for long. You stay home. Don't go and make any trouble for Henry and others."
