Luca leaned against the doorway, arms crossed loosely, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched Noel move around the apartment. "What more remains? We already packed everything, didn't we?"
Noel tilted his head, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Hmm… maybe just a few little things." He paused dramatically, brushing a strand of hair from his face with exaggerated flair. "My books."
Luca laughed softly, the sound warm and rich in the quiet apartment. "Of course… you'd never leave your books behind. Always the little genius."
Noel's grin widened, a little proud, a little mischievous. "Exactly. How could I go anywhere without them? They're my… company, my thinking time." He pulled a worn copy of something philosophical from the shelf. "Besides, someone has to maintain intellectual standards while traveling."
