Hikaru said nothing for a moment, then: "You're worried."
"I'm not worried." The denial came too quickly. "I'm... concerned about unknown variables."
"Monroe isn't taking performance enhancers. He's not receiving special training. He's simply applying himself with unusual focus."
"You sound like you respect him."
Hikaru shrugged slightly. "I respect results."
Before Blair could respond, the common room door burst open and Charles strode in, followed by Dante and Javier carrying trays of food.
"Sorry we're late." Javier breezed in with that insufferable optimism that made Blair want to throw something. "Dining hall was crazy packed. Charles figured we should grab food before diving into strategy."
Charles dropped into the seat next to her and pushed a plate forward. "You haven't eaten all day. Don't think I didn't notice."
"I've been busy."
"You've been stalking Monroe's training schedule," Dante cut in, setting down more sandwiches. "There's a difference."
