I take a seat across from the desk in one of the two chairs and look at him. He doesn’t look nearly as at peace here as he does at home, but I guess I’ve never really seen him at work.
“It’s really nice in here,” I tell him and he looks at me, and I can’t really tell what he’s thinking. I can feel something through the bond that I’ve not really felt from him before, but I have no clue what that is.
“Thanks, it’s… it’s just a lot,” he says and sighs deeply. “I hate it down here. Once Sarah smells us in here, it won’t seem nice. It will just be chaos.”
“Who is Sarah?” I ask, confused as to what he meant.
“She’s my secretary. Well, assistant, really,” he says, looking up at the door. “Her desk is just outside. She’s there. I doubt she hasn’t smelled us, too. She probably just r
