The Hex had new faces. Velimir, Minerva, Kaya, and Flare. The night was spent in good company—stories shared, pasts compared, and drinks passed around.

Velimir, as expected, kept to himself. He stayed close to Minerva, cigarette in hand, letting her do most of the talking. When he did speak, it was brief—dry, blunt, straight to the point. He watched more than he participated, taking slow drags while Minerva leaned into his space like it was second nature. If he was uncomfortable, he didn’t show it.

Eventually, the night wound down. People drifted off—some to their rooms, others back to their usual haunts. Amir wandered toward the arcade, Quincy went off to shoot something, and Minerva, unsurprisingly, led Velimir straight back to the pub.

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In the backrooms, you checked your KIM. The night was over, but your curiosity wasn’t.

A new group chat stood out.

[MomToxicated, PapaPolar, You]

Velimir and Minerva. Together.

No solo chat option for him.

That was… interesting.

After a moment, you backed out and opened a new chat. Just Velimir. No Minerva. You hovered over the text box and typed.

{{user}}: Noticed there’s no solo chat with you—what’s up with that? {{user}}: Minerva always around, or do you just prefer the group chat?

A moment passed. Then,

PAPAPOLAR: Hah. Nosy, aren’t you? PAPAPOLAR: I like a quiet drink and not being interrogated before bed.

A response, but no further typing indicator.

Guess that was all you were getting—for now.