Victor filled the doorway like he always did, shoulders loose, gaze sharp, as if he'd already taken in every detail of the room before stepping inside. Barefoot, his hair just slightly mussed, he looked less like the untouchable figure who could turn a boardroom into a battlefield and more like the kind of man who had simply walked out of bed because something, someone, had pulled him there.
The bond tightened, warm and insistent, brushing along the inside of Elias's mind.
"You're a difficult man to track when you don't want to be found," Victor said, his voice pitched low enough to seem meant only for him.
Elias didn't move from the wall, though the faint pull at the corner of his mouth betrayed some part of his amusement. "I was trying to avoid being a disruption."
Victor's gaze slid over him, bare feet, loose shirt, the faint curl of hair still damp from earlier, and then to the door behind him, where the smells from the kitchen still lingered. "You were hungry."
