Caspian's face was practically glowing with happiness on the drive back. His aim had actually improved during the knife-throwing session. He couldn't compare to Angelo, but simply getting to participate was satisfying.
At the familiar sight of his bodyguards' car, he was reminded that he had snuck away to go knife-throwing. He felt a little guilty, worried that Peter and Keith had to take the fallout of his absence.
Angelo opened his door to his sulking husband. It was nice to have someone waiting for him to return home, even if it was a brooding Mafia King. The time at the knife-throwing arena had been surprisingly fun. He had thought Caspian suggested the activity for his sake, but the Omega had been more enthusiastic than he was.
He let Nikolai help him out of the car, looking over to find Caspian's bodyguards walking over. It was mid-afternoon, the cold less biting than it had been in the morning.
