#ender 4

It had been days since the too-personal return from Costa Rica and Viorel wasn’t sure how he felt. Ender was adamant he wasn’t leaving anytime soon; he took care of Sorin while he was away without so much as a complaint. He waited for him to get back per each mission, then the latest? It was almost too much. The man sat by the lake’s edge, watching as Sorin walked along the shore in the moonlight. He heard Ender nearby, but he didn’t say anything yet.

He wasn’t surprised if Ender wanted something, maybe to talk again.

“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be back in Voithos?” He said over his shoulder while lowering the sleeves of his shirt.