Maverick raised an eyebrow, confused by Henry's unusual behavior.
But before he could say anything, Henry returned with a pair of soft slippers in hand. Without a word, he knelt beside Maverick and held them out, waiting patiently.
Maverick blinked, caught off guard by the gesture, and quickly slipped his feet into them.
Henry stood.
"My lord," he said quietly, his tone more formal than usual, "please take better care of yourself. Even if you're no longer human... you may not fall ill, but those around you still worry."
His eyes—usually warm and composed—were now cold, almost scolding. Maverick felt a small twinge of guilt stir in his chest.
Then Henry added, flatly, "And no coffee. Only tea, for the time being."
Maverick blinked again, baffled. He picked up the teacup and took a slow sip, more out of confusion than habit.
What's gotten into him? Did he need a pay raise? Or is this because I forgot my shoes?
