I separated from the two to buy myself some proper gear and clothes. By the time I got back to the inn, night had fully settled in and rain was pouring relentlessly, soaking the streets and turning the lamps into blurry halos of light. My cloak was damp, my boots squelched with every step, and my patience was hanging by a thread.
When I finally pushed open the door to our room, only one person was inside.
Kairos.
He was on the floor, shirt slightly damp, doing push-ups with steady, controlled breaths. Rain tapped against the window behind him, and sweat rolled down his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his clothes.
I stared for exactly half a second.
Then immediately looked away like my life depended on it.
Why is he like this. Why is this happening to me.
I walked straight to my bed as if nothing unusual was going on.
Nothing at all.
I dropped my bag, kicked off my boots, and flopped face-first onto the mattress.
