“You're leaving me alone? In this place?” Alaric asked like a child, looking betrayed as he stood beside Erin by the door. He was finally dressed in more appropriate clothing—which consisted of a gray band shirt and khaki pants. He still preferred his usual tunic and pants, but at least these were better fitted to him compared to that pink shirt and sweatpants.
Erin chuckled as she tied her shoelaces tightly while sitting on the floor. “You’re a grown-up. I’m sure you can handle an hour or two by yourself.”
Alaric hesitantly looked back at the apartment, which contained tools and machinery he had yet to figure out.
“There’s food in the fridge, the microwave buttons are pretty much self-explanatory, turn the TV on if you’re bored,” Erin said as she stood up and put on her cap. “Just don
