I crossed my arms and nodded. "Perfect."
Kairos's gaze swept over the sofa, then the room, then me. "You work fast."
"It's called being efficient," I said. "And being bullied by deadlines."
"It's only a deadline if someone is rushing you," he said. "I didn't."
I rolled my eyes. "You gave me a cave full of bugs, rocks, and zero furniture. Trust me, that's pressure."
His lips twitched—just barely. If I hadn't been looking right at him, I would've missed it.
I sank onto the couch, the plush cushions yielding beneath me like a cloud, and let out a deep, contented sigh as the softness enveloped my tired body. "Now try sitting on it," I urged Kairos, reaching out to tug gently at his sleeve.
Kairos looked down at my hand on his sleeve then lifted his eyes back to mine, unreadable as ever.
"I told you," he said, "I prefer standing."
I tugged again, harder this time. "And I told you I spent a ridiculous amount of time and money on this thing. Sit."
