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After talking more about what they should do with the cores, Radia told Zein to go home and have ample rest.
Which, he might do. Probably. But not before he saw Bassena leaning against his office door, arms crossed and staring his way. There was no question as to why the esper was there, but Zein asked anyway.
"Why are you here?"
"He said not to follow," Bassena shrugged and gave him a little grin. "Nothing about waiting in front of my own office."
Zein looked at Bassena; his heart and his mind having an intense battle inside. It killed him...it really did, the way he wanted to step forward and run away at the same time. But as he gazed into the warm ambers, his defense was crumbling.
He craved that warmth, and so, even though he knew it would corrode his mind even more, Zein let out a chuckle. "Heh..."
Yeah...he couldn’t burden Bassena with his corroded mind, but to avoid the esper just because he felt like he was getting stabbed repeatedly in the gut didn’t sound fair for the younger man.
Bassena smiled at the reaction, and after looking in the direction of Radia’s office for a while, he carefully asked the guide. "What you’re talking about with Radia...does it have something to do with why you’re looking pale earlier?"
Zein glanced at the esper, who still looked at him with concern. Zein couldn’t blame him, because he knew he did look terrible, and if he saw Bassena looking like that, he would act the same. "Somewhat," he answered hesitatingly while starting to walk away.
Bassena turned to follow the guide, and when Zein didn’t tell him off, he matched the step to walk beside the older man. "Will I ever come to know what it is?"
Zein didn’t reply immediately, and Bassena almost thought he wouldn’t get any answer. But Zein managed to answer as they waited for the elevator to come up. "I hope so," the guide said earnestly, eyes staring hard at nothing and lips stretched into a rueful smile.
And for now, it was enough for Bassena.
"Are you going to follow me back?" Zein asked as they stepped inside the elevator.
"Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk on your own in the night?"
Zein narrowed his eyes at the serious tone that the esper used. "We’re inside the guild’s compound,"
And it was as safe as the world could be. If the fortress of Trinity could be breached that easily, people might as well start to live in the bunker.
Bassena, however, replied in a rather unconventional answer. "There could be a ghost!"
Honestly, Zein was impressed at the swift reasoning. He raised his brow amusedly while answering dryly. "I’m not scared of one."
"Have you even seen one?" Bassena insisted while rolling his eyes, which was actually pretty cute.
Still, Zein shrugged and replied nonchalantly. "I saw plenty worse on the borderland, and I feel like we’ll still be able to reason with ghosts, so they’re kinda better,"
"Oh, you’re right..."
Bassena actually nodded his head and contemplate that with a serious expression. Whether it was acting or a genuine reaction, the esper still looked adorable doing it.
Ah--this wouldn’t be easy...
Zein chewed hard on the inside of his cheek, swallowing his groan and sigh as he spoke while the elevator door hissed open. "But you can still walk me home," and as Bassena looked at him with pleasant surprise and a raised brow, Zein raised his arm. "Give me your hand."
Bassena stared at the stretch-out palm and gasped dramatically, putting his hands against his chest like some kind of ancient-time maiden. "Wow...we’re in the holding-hand phase now?"
"I’m cleansing you," Zein responded with a scoff, to the esper’s dismay. Bassena clicked his tongue while taking the guide’s hand begrudgingly, prompting Zein to chuckle amusedly. "We’ve been holding hand plenty, what are you even fussing about?"
"Well...there’s a certain vibe you know, doing it while walking through the dark of night," Bassena spread his other hand at the quiet, dark lobby. As usual, except for some people on the administrative floors, other members had already got back home, and the lighting was pretty dim.
Not exactly ’dark’, however, and Zein looked at the esper in confusion. "What vibe?"
With a shrugged, Bassena replied simply. "Romantic one?"
Zein almost stopped walking as he stared into the esper with narrowed eyes. "Did you read that somewhere?"
"My mom’s romance collection," Bassena grinned. "There are some at home."
No matter how muddled his mind was, Zein couldn’t help but laugh at that. He had no idea which one sounded funnier; Bassena used his free time to read some romance books, or that he used the...knowledge...he gained in this moment.
Haa...it was so weird. His gut was churning, but his heart was fluttering. Zein didn’t even know anymore.
"Oh, you have time tomorrow, right?" Bassena suddenly asked.
Zein stared wordlessly at the coat hanging beautifully in front of him. Not as good as dragon leather...who the fuck even dared to expect clothes made of freaking dragon leather in their inventory? It was an ultimate rare material that could only be gained from rare dungeon boss drop of red level gate or above. It wasn’t like corrupted dragons easily popped up in a dungeon. Espers didn’t even dare to dream about owning one, because it was just that rare.
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