Cassiopeia's side remained an absolute silence.
By now, that silence had become its own small creature inside Phei's skull, sitting there with crossed legs and a smug little face, refusing to explain itself.
He checked again as he walked through the lobby of Infinity Chaos Hotel, not because he expected a different result, but because the human mind was a humiliating machine and apparently his had decided to develop a routine around waiting for Cassiopeia Maxton of all people.
'Cassiopeia.'
The thought alone almost made him laugh.
There had been a time, not even that long ago, when "worrying about Cassiopeia" somewhere between something akin to letting Harold give him life advice.
Yet here he was wondering why the woman had not reached out yet to report her mission results.
She would have loved it knowing he was thinking about her this much.
