Riven didn't bother knocking when he pushed open the study door. Soren didn't even look surprised to see him—he only raised his eyebrows mildly, as if he'd been expecting the inevitable invasion.
Riven strode right up to him and, without preamble, plopped himself down across Soren's lap, facing him. His fluffy ebony tail swished in victory.
"Hi," Riven said, as if he hadn't just climbed him like a tree.
Soren huffed a quiet laugh and pressed a kiss to Riven's cheek. The moment was sweet…and then he calmly picked up the leather-bound folio sitting open on the desk and started reading again.
Riven blinked.
Wait.
Wait a damn minute.
Soren's hand absently rubbed his hip, like he was petting an affectionate cat that had perched there, but otherwise he was utterly absorbed in reviewing the stack of reports Xavier must have brought over.
"…Really?" Riven finally blurted.
"Really," Soren said without looking up.
