"You're wearing the same jacket as yesterday."
Juno didn't look up from his coffee.
Seren stopped in the kitchen doorway.
"I went home," he said. "I'm wearing a different shirt."
"Same jacket." Juno finally looked up. His eyes did the thing, the quick, comprehensive scan that covered everything from Seren's collar to his expression to the specific way he was standing. "You stayed late."
"I worked late. There's a difference."
"Is there."
"Juno."
"I'm just asking." He wrapped both hands around the mug. "Did something happen."
Seren walked to the counter. Poured himself tea without answering. The kitchen was quiet around them, the early morning quiet of a flat where one person had slept and one person had not, not entirely.
"Nothing happened," he said.
Juno was silent for a moment.
Then: "Okay."
Just okay.
Seren looked at him over the rim of his mug.
"That's it?" he said. "Just okay?"
