The next morning, Roy returned home with his suitcase in hand. The moment he opened the door, he saw Mia still lying upside down on the antique sofa Aisling had sent over, still fiddling with the half-finished Hormone Gun he had left her. Everything looked exactly the same as when he had gone out yesterday morning.
"Is this some mandatory part of your morning routine?"
Roy carried his suitcase into the house and headed toward his bedroom as he spoke.
Noticing that Roy was wearing an expensive formal outfit, Mia climbed off the sofa and followed him into his room. Leaning against the doorframe, she watched him change out of it.
"Where'd you get that?"
"Someone gave it to me."
"Who's so generous?"
"Aisling Grindelwald."
"Tch—"
As Roy changed back into his usual clothes, Mia stepped closer and carefully examined his new formalwear. She ran her fingers over the intricate gold-thread patterns embroidered into the expensive fabric, then even lifted it to her nose for a sniff.
"What's there to smell?"
After changing, Roy picked up his suitcase and headed downstairs, casually patting Mia on the head as he left the room.
"Wait!"
The observant Mia noticed something off about Roy's hand. She grabbed the arm he had reached out to pat her head with and stopped him from leaving.
"What is it?"
Mia gripped Roy's thick, muscular forearm with both hands and pulled up his sleeve. Sure enough, faint scars that were nearly healed covered his forearm. If Mia had not been paying close attention, most people would never have noticed such subtle traces.
"Did someone beat you up? Did you steal those clothes?"
"What? What kind of person do you take me for?!"
Roy yanked his hand free from Mia's grip and smoothed down his sleeve. Looking at