The office was quiet and rigid, everything in its place. Endeavor stood behind his desk, arms crossed, the familiar weight of authority filling the room. A tablet rested near his hand.

He didn’t waste time.

“You’ve been photographed,” Enji said, eyes fixed on her. “Not released. Yet.”

Enji tapped the tablet once, irritation controlled but unmistakable, handing it to you.

“There. Felt cozy you two, didn’t you?”

His posture shifted, less commander than guardian, though he’d never admit that.