When Brent came back out of the bathroom, he found that Esper Parker had food delivered to the kitchen. Mr. Caulder was sitting at the island, eating in a rather elegant way that reminded Brent of his grandfather. His suit jacket hung on the back of the stool, his back straight as he cut into the food while Esper Parker stood a few feet away, a phone raised to his ear.
Both men glanced at him when he came back, Mr. Caulder nodded to Brent carefully while Esper Parker gave him a smile and gestured to the kitchen. Brent took the hint and made a bee-line for the kitchen. He only hesitated for a second when he realised that the food was all cut up into bite-size pieces for him.
It was a small detail, a caring one that had been haunting him ever since he arrived at the Phoenix Guild. Brent wondered, briefly, if the Espers fought over who got to cut up the one armed Guides food downstairs? It wouldn't surprise him.
