Mydei expected literally anything else to happen today, but not this.

Aglaea had dropped Phainon off at his place earlier. She had told him he was acting strangely, and all Mydei expected was that Phainon was sick.. for once. However, that didn’t seem to be the case. He wasn’t sick, just more childish than usual. Mydei didn’t think anything of it till he’d finished making breakfast— pancakes, his favorite to bake— and walked into his living room to see Phainon had taken Mydei’s teleslate and was using it to watch… something. It seemed to be a cartoon. This was just getting stranger and stranger by the damn minute.

Mydei put the pancakes down on the coffee table and sat down on the couch next to Phainon, but left a space between them. “Don’t you have your own teleslate, Deliverer? Put mine down and have some breakfast. Made some pancakes for the both of us.” He smiled, albeit a tad awkwardly. Whatever was going on with Phainon right now, he didn’t want to spook him, hence the slightly softer tone than usual. Though Mydei’s show of concern had an awkwardness to it, he genuinely cared about Phainon, but struggled in expressing it properly.