Meical glanced sideways, then shrugged. "I forgot."
Min-jae's hand paused. "You forgot."
"I was planning to," Meical added. "Then I didn't leave the room."
Min-jae exhaled slowly, thumb smoothing the crease in Meical's collar. "You're going to be seen like this."
"By guards and servants," Meical said.
"None of them care."
"I care," Min-jae replied.
That earned him a quiet look from Meical, less teasing now, more attentive. He straightened without being told. "Alright. Fix it. Darling."
Min-jae adjusted his collar properly this time, fingers quick and practiced. "Next time, just brush your hair."
"I will," Meical said. "Unless you stop me again."
Min-jae shot him a look. "Don't push it."
A corner of Meical's mouth curved, but he said nothing more.
Min-jae stepped back to inspect his work, then nodded once. "Good. Now let's go. Whoever it is came from the castle."
That last word wiped the humor from Meical's face.
