A week had gone by since Anthony and Kingsley's spar. Kingsley had finally woken up a few hours after the match, just as Anthony had predicted. He had simply thanked Anthony and walked out of Reynold's room without another word. Dale and the rest of the team had assumed that things would become awkward or strained between the two, but they couldn't have been more wrong.
Kingsley remained exactly as he had always been, calm, silent, and almost distant. He spoke occasionally, but most of the time he preferred to stay silent, watching everyone else with those quiet sleepy golden eyes of his.
Within a dimly lit room, the morning sun filtered through the wide windows, streaks of light slicing across the dark interior. Anthony and Vega sat together on a couch, watching a movie as though they were nothing more than ordinary mortals, a couple living peacefully, oblivious to the fact that both could easily destroy planets with a single punch if they so desired.
