Saying the walk back to the suite was awkward would be a grand understatement. Every step Ambrose and Devon took down the hallway was heavy.
Viktor left not quite long ago, leaving them alone with all the unspoken tension from the infirmary. Whenever Ambrose tried stealing a glance from Devon, he'd catch the Esper either already staring at him or trying hard to look away.
It was making him run nuts by the second.
Finally, they got in front of the suite door. Devon pulled out Ambrose's key card, waving it at him. "Hopefully you don't go back to that white room anytime soon."
Before Ambrose could remark, he'd swiped the card and pushed the door open. They'd barely stepped in when a small, groggy voice chimed from one of the sofas.
"Daddy?" Orion rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, his shoulders slouching slowly. "P–Papa. Where have you two been?"
