Men's Talk

With no idea what was going on, Huey was led by Wilhelm to a corner table in Jason’s shop and sat down.

“Heh heh. You’ve got quite the look on your face, like you hate the whole world.”

“Ah, I’m sorry.”

Only then did Huey seem to realize he’d been frowning without noticing. He lowered his head, then…

“Anyway, you’re pretty strong.”

As if uncomfortable under Wilhelm’s gaze, which had been fixed on him with a grin for a while, Huey looked away.

He tossed out whatever came to mind as he began sipping the water on the table.

“Heh heh. I’m often told I’m pretty spry for my age.”

“That’s not what I meant…”

He’d meant that Wilhelm was strong in the literal sense...