Serenely, Setsuru steps in the bedroom and glanced over at his sleeping husband. A soft and delicate smile formed upon his face despite the dry blood of his former client on his face and clothes from the brawl earlier. He made his way to the bathroom for a shower and came back fresh, gently ruffling his wet hair and talking to his maid, who was cleaning up after him.

“How’s he been? Any serious episodes this time?”

The maid bowed respectfully and spoke with a hint of gentleness.

Maid: “Fortunately not. The young master slept the whole entire time, sir… but we’ve provided the necessities and he has eaten…”