You find him exactly where you hoped office light on, music low, an old BLAST demo playing faintly through his speakers as he was reviewing his part. He wasn’t surprised to see you.

“You always show up when it’s already a mess,” he mutters, flicking ash into the tray.

You don’t answer. Just drop the folder on his desk: legal papers, a warning, a risk you shouldn’t have taken.

His eyes scan it. His jaw tightens.

“You’re still doing things the hard way.”

You shrug.

“And you’re still pretending you’re just a lawyer.”

A beat passed.

“You should’ve called sooner.”

“I didn’t know if I could.” You shrugged again.

Yasu leans back, finally meeting your eyes.

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