Ruo set her tablet down with a soft click, leaning one hip against the edge of Victor's desk. The blue of her suit caught the light, sharp against her dark hair. "You know," she said brightly, "I was starting to forget what daylight looks like. Now that Adler's safely a god and not hunting me, I can finally get back to actual work. My lab's been begging for me."
Elias raised an eyebrow over the rim of his can. "Your lab or your ego?"
"Both," Ruo said without missing a beat, grinning. "And maybe my favorite tenant. Someone has to keep you from drowning in acronyms. My apartment still has your room exactly how you left it. Floor-to-ceiling windows, an espresso machine older than the building, and stacks of papers everywhere. It's like a shrine to your introverted habits."
Victor's crimson gaze flicked up from the contract he was scrolling, thumb still idly resting at the base of Elias's neck. "He's not going back to that room," he said mildly. "He has work here."
