They had breakfast together at the eastern table, bathed in the morning light that patiently illuminated the city outside. The conversation flowed through their recent expedition, resembling the natural progression of discussions among people engaged in the important task of clarifying what they understood and what they required.
After that, the walk to the Academy felt distinctly like that of a group who had experienced something significant together and was now, a few days later, trying to understand how their shared experience appeared in the light of day.
Apollo walked like someone who was still carrying the weight of the last week but had chosen to do so while moving instead of standing still. And Mireya stayed close to his left.
"It seems like there's something happening between those two," Rex thought. "That ice girl seems really close to him... don't tell me she already confessed her feelings?"
