"Well, well, well." Devon drawled several minutes after Ambrose left, his eyes sweeping over Viktor's approaching form. "Someone doesn't seem too excited after Rose left."
He stood behind the kitchen island, chowing down on some fruity oats. He was too emotionally worn out to make anything remotely complex—plus, Orion loved it.
Viktor grabbed a chair in front of the island, forcing a smile. "Tch. I don't know what you're talking about."
"I believe you do." Devon snorted. "I can basically smell the disappointment on you."
"Didn't realise you've become a member of the canine family, Devon. Got any other powers other than annoying me?"
"At least now you know how I feel when you're the one doing it."
They both stayed silent after that.
The only sound drifting through the house was from the television. Orion had his bowl of oats between his hands, munching on them while his attention was glued on a cartoon.
