Viya's POV
Sophia had texted earlier saying she'd be working late again—probably wouldn't get home until eight-thirty.
When the elevator reached our floor, I helped Caesar into his apartment and retrieved an ice pack from his freezer.
As I applied it, something caught my attention. "This injury... it looks like you hurt it twice?"
"..."
Caesar clearly hadn't expected me to notice. His expression stayed blank. "Who cares how many times it got injured? You kicked it last, so it's your fault it's like this now."
Completely unreasonable.
But I couldn't win an argument with him. "Hold the ice pack. I'll go get the medicine."
"There's some in the storage cabinet."
He jerked his chin toward a nearby cupboard.
I opened it and found an entire box of specialized heali
