REAS narrowed his eyes at the man wearing an apron and was brewing tea. He didn't know which one should shock him more—the fact that the general was here or that the other looked so at home in his brother's apartment. No, it's definitely not just because of those. If he combined those two with the visual shock of the other wearing an apron, then the answer was pretty much obvious.
He truly couldn't understand why this guy was here right now. That was the first thing he asked when he saw the other, by the way. But the general just asked him if he wanted tea instead of answering him. And oh, the way he offered that was like this was his own home and Reas was the guest.
Reas couldn't even find the time to be infuriated because the general just went and prepared tea for him. He could only sit down at the table and watch the other's every movement.
