Arin was just finishing his lunch when the doors opened.
Alaric stepped in.
Arin didn't need to look twice. He felt his mood immediately.
"Well," Arin said lazily, lifting his cup, "if it isn't the storm cloud himself. Sit. Eat. You look like you might bite someone."
"I'll pass," Alaric replied flatly.
Arin smirked. "You always say that. Sit."
"I said I'll pass."
"Alaric."
Alaric paused, then let out a tired sigh and moved to the chair opposite him. He sat, resting his elbow on the table.
Arin said nothing at first. He watched him closely as the maids cleared the table and exited the room.
Once the doors closed, Arin leaned back.
"What's bothering you?"
"Nothing," Alaric answered immediately.
Arin raised an eyebrow. "I've known you for decades. That was a lie."
"It's the Architect."
Arin studied him. "That's not all."
Silence.
Arin tilted his head slightly. "Is this about Daphne?"
Alaric's expression changed. Just for a second but it was enough.
