Oliver tilted his head, that faint, teasing glint returning to his eyes. "Hey," he said softly, brushing his thumb under her chin until she met his gaze again, "don't look at me like I'm about to vanish into thin air."
Athena blinked, her chest tight. "You're leaving, Oliver. You'll be gone for months."
He gave a small shrug, the corner of his mouth twitching into that boyish grin she knew too well. "And I'll come back," he said simply. "Who else is going to burn pancakes and make you laugh till you cry?"
She tried not to smile, but failed, it slipped through anyway, small and shaky. "You're foolish."
The kin curse wey Athena done wire this guy...no small...Pity am na...eh baby...
"I'm adorable," he corrected with mock offense. "There's a difference."
Athena rolled her eyes, trying to hide the emotion swelling behind them. "You really think a joke makes this easier?"
