In Sky's home

They moved silently up the staircase, careful not to make any noise. Sky's room was at the end of the hall, and he opened the door quietly, gesturing for Chris to follow.

The room was tidy and organized, as Chris remembered. Still bland like he remembered.

Chris glanced around, his mind briefly drifting back to the first and last time he'd been here—when he crashed the party to meet the so-called fiancée, Mei. That day had been chaotic and awkward. The fact that he was back now, under completely different circumstances, almost made him laugh. He barely suppressed the smile threatening to form on his face.

Sky caught the expression after closing the door and raised a brow. "What's that look for? What are you thinking?"

"Nothing," Chris said, shaking his head, though the amusement lingered in his eyes.

Sky gave him a skeptical glance but let it go. "You can sit anywhere while I find you some fresh clothes," he said, moving toward his wardrobe.