The bathwater was almost too hot when they finally stepped in, steam curling up to blur the glass walls. Trevor settled first, his larger frame stretching against the porcelain, and Lucas slid in with the kind of unhurried grace that came only when he was sure no one else was watching.
For a moment, neither spoke. The world outside might have been burning and Lucas wouldn't have cared; Trevor's arm draped over the edge behind him, the steady warmth at his side, was enough.
Then Lucas laughed suddenly, quietly but unmistakably amused.
Trevor's violet eyes shifted toward him. "What?"
Lucas leaned his head back against the rim of the tub, lips curving. "Windstone already reported everything I did at the palace, didn't he?"
Trevor didn't answer right away, which was answer enough.
Lucas huffed a soft laugh. "Of course he did. I could probably sneeze in front of the Emperor and Windstone would have a full report written in triplicate before I got the tissue."
