"D–Devon," Ambrose wore a smile, walking toward the S-Rank. His eyes scanned around them, noticing people still staring. "Hey. How about we go get that—"
"Don't start, Rose." He shut him down fast.
They stood just a few paces away from the Apostolic palace, the building shielding them from the sun's rays. Not that it mattered much when Devon brought all the heat.
"What did I just witness?" He went on. "Was all that what you had to 'handle' out here? I stepped out only to see you… faint? Before I could even do anything Gabriel… he gave you mouth-to-mouth."
He blinked erratically, as if he couldn't believe the words coming out of his own mouth. Ambrose held his breath for a beat, grabbing his arm while glancing around.
"Devon… people are watching." Ambrose spiralled down into damage control. "It's not what it looks like. Gabriel and I were talking and—"
