When Damien got back home in the afternoon, Lane was already done with his 'the Boss of the secret organization' stuff, and was lounging on the couch with a half-eaten package of cookies and a strawberry milkshake, playing on his console. Of course, it wasn't that he had finished properly reading through all the reports…
But he had already done a lot, right? He had worked for almost four hours! He deserved a break.
Damien sighed quietly, his frown involuntarily relaxing at the sight. This man… After causing so much mess (possibly. Damien couldn't actually say for sure whether Lane was the culprit behind the uncleared dungeons just yet), Lane was just playing games without a care in the world…
He should have been angry, or at least a bit annoyed. And yet… Damien found it rather endearing.
