*Runze's POV*
The shower water is warm, fogging up the mirror in the bathroom.
I stand under the spray, letting it run over my shoulders, trying very hard not to wonder how late it's getting.
I already called Bael once.
That was around five.
I used breakfast as an excuse to call him, then lunch.
*"Did you eat?"* I asked.
*"Yes."*
*"Really?"*
*"Mm."*
His voice was calm, but I could hear papers turning, keys clicking, and a muffled voice speaking to him in the room.
Busy. Very busy.
So when seven o'clock came and went, I didn't call again. If he was still working through a crisis at the office, the last thing I wanted was to become another distraction for him.
Instead, I tried to force myself to do other things around the house just to keep my mind occupied.
