Phoenix Flight HQ, Guild Master's Office
"You can let them in."
"Alright, sir."
Magnus sighed, slumping deeper into his seat as his secretary went outside to usher in the 'guests'.
Sitting in front of him already was a handsome young man in his twenties, dark hair falling in short waves around his face and eyes.
Leo.
The Guild Master's great-grandson and Devon's nephew.
"As you can see, boy," Magnus cleared his throat. "You decided to finally see your old man at such a busy time. Now, I did… miss you—"
Leo barked a surprised laugh. "Wow." He squinted. "Uncle Devon was right. You have changed."
"What are you yapping about?"
"When was the last time you mentioned you're capable of missing me or anyone else who wasn't your work?"
"... That's not fair."
