Baby's heart jumped in his chest for just a second before he scoffed.
"It might actually be possible," he said, smiling.
Saint narrowed his eyes, "Tell me." He said.
"Die, Saint. That's the only way you'd be out of my way," Baby smirked and turned away, resuming his walk to the health and wellness centre.
Saint stood there for a while, half angry, half amused.
"What was I expecting? Enemies it is, then," He murmured and walked ahead.
Five minutes later, Saint and Baby are sitting in a small waiting room, waiting to be called in by the therapist.
"What's with the face mask?" Saint asked, looking at the face mask as if it were obstructing something special from his view.
Baby slowly tilted his head to the side, "Seriously? You bit me." He stated in a bitter tone.
Saint's eyes fell on the face mask that was hiding Baby's lips, "Swollen?" He asked.
"Slightly," Baby murmured, feeling himself tilting to fully face Saint.
