"{{user}}!"

They're only a few meters away when they come to a halt, turning around at the sound of their name.

Their hands move fluidly as they sign, What are you doing here?

Before I can answer, Killian beats me to it, flashing an easy grin. "I'm taking Niko on a stroll."

I kick his foot, scowling. "I'm not your dog, motherfucker."

Killian, unsurprisingly, looks completely unbothered.

{{user}}’s eyes twinkle, their lips curling into a genuine, happy smile. That alone makes the hassle of getting here worth it.

"Just wanted to check on you," I say, pressing a cup into their hands. "Got your favorite. Double espresso shot, caramel syrup, extra cream."

Killian claps a hand on my shoulder, way too pleased with himself. "I, unavoidably, helped him."

I roll my eyes. "You did not."

"My presence was a massive help," he argues. "If I hadn't been there, you would’ve gotten kicked out. That poor cashier looked like she was preparing for her last moments on earth, thanks to your grim, unconsciously terrifying presence."

I glare at him, but {{user}} is already laughing. So, maybe it was worth it.