The two of them walked against the flow of the departing crowd, arriving at the private box upstairs. Wood was leaning back on the sofa, his eyes closed to rest. Miss Walter had left at some point, leaving behind a cold cup of tea.
"Good evening, James," Glen greeted Wood. Glen had removed his tie to ease the stuffiness, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and had his jacket draped over his arm, exuding a casual and weathered aura from head to toe.
Wood opened his eyes, glanced at Glen, and said, his voice exhausted but still possessing the energy to joke, "I rarely see you this casual. Where is the serious Glen?"
Glen smiled, sitting down next to Wood without any formalities and crossing his legs. "After all, I work at the Patrol Department, dealing with all sorts of corpses and criminals. If I were too casual, I would lose the trust and authority in the eyes of the citizens."
Wood chuckled softly, shaking his head.
