Things seemed to have gone back to normal.

A little too normal for Sebille's tastes.

She sighed and put down her cup.

"What is it?"

His eyes moved to her: "Hmm?"

"Don't take me for a fool, Null"

"I know you, and I know you want to tell me something you're finding awfully difficult to say."

Null was quiet.
"Don't ever mistake me for being stupid either, I know it's about your work."

Null just looked at her, he seemed more relaxed now than just a minute ago, and also somewhat impressed.

He sneered amusedly.

"So, now... What is it?"

Sebille wasn't liking this.

He pulled her back close to himself again, and Sebille didn't really know what to make of it.

"Null?"
"You say my name differently."

He changed the subject, and she was expecting the worst... it had become a habit, a bad habit, and she didn't really like feeling like this.

"I don't hear you telling me what I want to know..."
" ..."

"I need to be somewhere..."

"Absolutely need to be?"
"...Yes."

It was just as she'd feared. He would be running off again.

"For long?"
"No."

She crossed her legs. Hoping that he had a similar definition of 'long' as she did.

"Well, you'd probably better be going there, then."
" ..."
"Hop to it."

He seemed a little sorry when he left.
Sebille was used to this, but even vaguely knowing what Null did would be enough worry anyone close to him.

She watched him leave just as silently as he always moved.

Be safe.