"What are you doing?"
Cadence looked up sharply from where he was standing by the stove, the wooden spoon in his hand stilling in the saucepan. The sight of the person walking in made his jaw tighten. Why did it have to be him?
After last night, he had no idea how to talk to Dr. Jung anymore.
Because the man hadn't been wrong. Yes, he and Elias had been friends once. Best friends. But somewhere along the years, Cadence had stopped treating him like one. He had turned their friendship into something clinical, cold-always talking to him like a patient seeking advice from a doctor instead of a man talking to someone he trusted. And having Elias say it out loud had hit him harder than he expected. It had been like someone holding up a mirror when he wasn't ready to look.
Breathing in slowly, he pushed all that aside and pointed to the saucepan.
"I'm making Melody's favourite porridge," he said, keeping his voice even. "I made extra so you can also join in."
