Alick scowled, a dark cloud settling over his features.

"Take care," Forrest said finally, his voice devoid of its earlier joking attitude.

He turned to Annis, a mischievous grin back in place. “Actually, I'll just grab some soup myself."

Annis stared after him, bewildered.

As the door shut behind Forrest, she finally moved, draping Alick's loose shirt over his back. "What's gotten into him?" she whispered, her voice laced with confusion.