"I'm gonna go attempt something crazy," Noah said.
Kelvin's face did about four different things in the span of one second — confusion, then alarm, then the specific excitement he got whenever "crazy" and "Noah" showed up in the same sentence.
"Wait, hold on, crazy like what—"
"Domain," Noah said.
"No, no, hey—" Kelvin was already reaching, already half a step forward, "—you don't just *domain* mid-conversation, we were literally in the middle of unraveling a centuries-spanning conspiracy, you can't just—"
The purple portal opened beneath Noah's feet before Kelvin finished the sentence, void energy folding up around him in a wide silent bloom, and Kelvin's hand closed on empty air where Noah's shoulder had been half a breath earlier.
"—NOAH."
The portal sealed shut.
Kelvin stood alone in the dark courtyard, arm still half-extended, staring at the spot where his best friend had just been.
"He does this every single time," he said, to nobody. "Every. Single. Time."
