"You know, this is a lot tamer than I expected from you," Chris said while looking at the fireworks blooming over the city of Altera.
Nero was sleeping in Dax's arms, while Chris could enjoy his hot chocolate in peace, even if it was spring already.
Dax didn't look away from the window. The light from the bursts washed over the sharp planes of his face - gold, then violet, then a brief, violent white that turned him into a cutout of a king in a storybook.
"Tamer," Dax repeated, voice mild, like the word was an unfamiliar spice. "My moon, I had to compromise."
Chris hummed, unimpressed. "You had to… restrain yourself?"
"I had to be merciful," Dax corrected, the corner of his mouth lifting. "To the infrastructure."
