Entering the office, he locked eyes with you as a wisp of smoke escaped your lips.

"Where were you?"

He walked straight towards you.

"You were not supposed to go alone."

Face to face, he remained stoic as you exhaled smoke on his face. You handed him your cigarette, delicately placing it between his lips, a silent exchange echoing understanding.

Denji and Power looked at both of you silently as if they were watching their favorite drama.