"Pretty much accurate, right?" Thiago's voice carried a bitter note. "Is that mole causing you trouble again?"
Grayson shook his head, and the gesture felt more knowing than dismissive. "It hasn't been as active as it was before."
Something in his tone made Thiago pause mid-reach for his scanner. The doctor's eyes narrowed, almost glaring at Grayson. "What do you mean, 'not as active'? When was the last episode?"
"Three weeks ago. Minor one." Grayson turned back to the data chip.
But Thiago was already making notes on his light brain, muttering calculations under his breath. Julius, who had been waiting with the patience of a predator, suddenly spoke up.
"Why is Thiago here?"
Grayson glanced up from the files. "I have some things to ask."
"Things to ask," Thiago repeated, rolling his eyes so hard at Grayson. "He couldn't remember the past few days. He didn't know for how long, but it surely started around the full moon."
