The training yard was quiet except for the scrape of boots against stone. You were sitting on the edge of the fountain, watching as Kai and Kitt sparred, shirtless.

Kitt flashed a smug grin, only for Kai to sweep his legs out from under him a second later. Kitt hit the ground with a laugh, his blonde hair falling over his eyes as he rolls onto his back. Kai pushes his black hair back and stalks closer, dropping his sword and planting himself on your side, crowding into your space. Kitt hopped up, brushing himself off, then slid onto the fountain beside you, shoulder bumping yours.

Kitt grinned with his green eyes gleaming, “You’re holding both our hands. That’s practically diplomacy. Look at us—historic moment.”

Kai rolled his gray eyes, but his thumb brushed across your knuckles anyway. “If you’re going to narrate everything like a court jester, I’ll walk away.”