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The thing about having a twin was that sometimes, they forgot personal space existed. And unfortunately for Ghlai, his twin brother had decided that dating was a direct attack against him personally.
“Absolutely not!”
Ghlai didn’t even look up from his phone. “Morning to you too, Duang.”
“No, because explain this to me first.” Duang dropped dramatically into the chair across from him in the university café, placing both palms flat on the table like he was about to negotiate a hostage situation. “You used to eat breakfast with me every Tuesday.”
Ghlai blinked slowly. “Duang, I saw you thirty minutes ago.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Yes, it is.”
“It’s the principle.”
Across from them, Jamie sighed into his iced coffee like this was a burden he had carried for years. Which, honestly, he had.
Pae looked between the twins before muttering, “Here we go again.”
Duang pointed accusingly at Ghlai. “You abandoned me.”
Ghlai finally looked up, expression completely blank. “I went to class.”
“With him???” The him in question had not even arrived yet, and somehow Punlee was already being blamed for crimes he hadn’t committed.
Jamie leaned toward Pae and whispered, “Five bucks says Punlee appears in under three minutes.”
“Two,” Pae whispered back immediately.
“Excuse me?” Duang gasped, offended. “Are you all betting against me now?”
“You’re predictable,” Jamie said flatly.
“I am emotionally expressive.”
“You cried because Ghlai slept over at Punlee’s condo once.”
“I did not cry.”
“You sent seventeen voice messages.”
“That was communication.”
“That was grief.” Duang looked genuinely betrayed. “Why are my own friends attacking me this early in the morning?”
“Because you’re annoying,” Pae answered kindly.
Duang clutched his chest. “Wow.”
And right on cue—A hand appeared on the back of Ghlai’s chair.
Jamie immediately slapped the table victoriously. “PAY UP!!”
Pae groaned while reaching for his wallet.
Punlee stood there in his digital media faculty hoodie, hair slightly messy from the wind outside, looking way too pleased with himself for someone who had technically just walked into a war zone.
“Morning.”
Duang narrowed his eyes immediately. “There he is. Homewrecker.”
Punlee looked at Ghlai. “He’s dramatic today, isn't he?”
“He woke up dramatic.”
“Ghlai, I heard that.”
Punlee laughed softly before naturally sliding into the empty seat beside Ghlai. Not across! Beside! Like he belonged there. Which, apparently, offended Duang on a spiritual level.
“Oh my god...” Duang muttered, horrified. “You’re sitting next to him now?”
Punlee turned innocently. “Should I sit on the floor?”
“You should sit in another building.”
Jamie nearly choked on his drink, laughing.
Ghlai rubbed his temples. This had been his life for the past three months. Ever since he and Punlee officially started dating, Duang had decided that Punlee was personally responsible for “stealing” his twin away.
Never mind the fact that Duang saw Ghlai literally every day. Never mind the fact that they still lived together. Never mind the fact that Duang himself spent half his time barging into Ghlai’s room uninvited anyway.
According to Duang, "love was ruining families."
Punlee, unfortunately, enjoyed making it worse. “Ghlai,” he said softly, reaching over to fix the collar of Ghlai’s shirt, “You forgot to button this properly.”
Duang made a sound so offended that it genuinely startled nearby students. “OH MY GOD!?”
Punlee didn’t even flinch. Actually, he smiled.
That bastard.
Ghlai looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. “Lee…”
“What?” Punlee said innocently. “I’m helping.”
“You’re flirting in front of my brother.”
“And?”
“And he’s going to start crying again.”
“I DO NOT CRY.”
Jamie snorted. Pae looked down at his phone. “Actually, your last message to the group chat at 2 AM was—and I quote—‘nobody understands the pain I carry.’”
Duang immediately lunged across the table. “DELETE THAT!”
Pae yelped, nearly falling out of his chair as Jamie burst into laughter loud enough to turn heads around the café. Meanwhile, Punlee casually slipped his fingers through Ghlai’s under the table. And because Ghlai was terrible at hiding things around his twin—Duang saw it instantly.
Silence.
Slowly, Duang pointed downward. “…Are you holding hands right now?”
Ghlai froze.
Punlee, meanwhile, had absolutely no shame whatsoever. “Yes.”
“You can’t do that in front of me.”
Punlee tilted his head. “Why not?”
“Because I’m SINGLE.”
“That sounds difficult.”
“STOP FLIRTING WITH MY BROTHER.”
“I’m dating him. It would be weird if I didn’t.”
Jamie physically leaned against the table because he was laughing too hard to sit properly anymore. Even Ghlai’s ears were turning red now.
Duang looked around the table dramatically. “You know what? I hate all of you.”
“No, you don’t,” Ghlai said automatically.
“…No, I don’t.” Then Duang groaned loudly before collapsing face-first onto the table. “This is sick, actually. Everyone around me is becoming disgusting.”
Jamie gasped. “Excuse you? Marvis made me breakfast this morning.”
Duang looked up slowly. “See? DISGUSTING.”
Pae muttered, almost shyly, “Tong walked me to class yesterday…”
Duang stared at him in absolute betrayal. “…You too?”
Pae blinked. “What?”
“You were supposed to stay SINGLE with me! Since when did you and Tong get close?”
“First of all, I never agreed to that. And second, we're not that close, we're just talking...”
“You all abandoned me for romance.”
Jamie grinned lazily. “Well, maybe you should try dating.”
Duang scoffed immediately. “As if I have time for that.”
“You spent three hours yesterday reorganizing your paintbrushes by emotional aura.”
“That was self-care.”
“That was insanity.”
Duang ignored him completely before turning toward Ghlai again, expression suddenly serious. “You.”
Ghlai looked up carefully. “Yes?”
“If he hurts you,” Duang said while pointing at Punlee dramatically, “I will make sure nobody ever finds the body.”
Punlee nodded thoughtfully. “Fair.”
“Lee,” Ghlai sighed.
“What? That’s kind of romantic, actually.”
Duang looked horrified. “Do NOT flirt with me too.”
“I think you’d fall for me instantly.”
“I think I’d throw you into traffic.”
Jamie wiped tears from his eyes. “This is the best day of my life.”
The table dissolved into chaos again almost immediately after that. Pae complaining about third-wheeling. Jamie sending embarrassing couple of photos into the group chat. Duang loudly accused everyone of betrayal. Punlee is making it worse on purpose. Ghlai dying internally while trying—and failing—to stop any of it.
And somehow, underneath all the noise, all the teasing, all the dramatics—it felt warm. Like the kind of warmth that only existed during the final year of university.
Messy. Loud. Temporary.
The kind people didn’t realize they would miss until much later.
---
By the time Ghlai finally escaped the café with Punlee, the sun had already begun dipping lower across campus, warm golden light spilling across the walkways between buildings. And somehow—despite the chaos from earlier—Punlee was still smiling to himself.
Ghlai glanced sideways at him while adjusting the strap of his bag. “What?”
Punlee looked over innocently. “Nothing.”
“You’re smiling.”
“Your brother threatened to kill me three times today.”
“That’s normal.”
“He called me a homewrecker.”
“That’s also normal.”
Punlee laughed softly under his breath before reaching over and nudging Ghlai’s hand with his own. Not fully holding it yet. Just brushing their fingers together.
Small.
Casual.
Still enough to make warmth creep into Ghlai’s face immediately.
Honestly, Punlee found that ridiculously cute.
“You know,” Punlee said thoughtfully, “I think he likes me a little now.”
Ghlai stopped walking entirely just to stare at him. “Lee.”
“What?”
“He threatened traffic violence.”
“Yes, but with passion.”
“That doesn’t make it better.”
Punlee grinned shamelessly before finally taking Ghlai’s hand properly this time.
Their pace slowed naturally after that. No rush. No classes left. No responsibilities for once. Just the comfortable feeling of walking beside someone you wanted to keep walking beside.
The evening air carried the smell of food stalls from outside campus while students flooded the sidewalks in loud groups, laughter and conversation echoing through the streets.
Beside him, Punlee squeezed Ghlai’s hand lightly. “You hungry?”
“A little.”
“Good. I know a place.”
“You always know a place.”
“That’s because dating me is an elite experience.”
Ghlai rolled his eyes automatically. But he was smiling.
Punlee noticed, obviously. He noticed everything about Ghlai.
The tiny smiles. The way he got quieter when relaxed. How he instinctively moved closer during crowded walks. How his ears turned pink whenever Punlee flirted too openly. It made Punlee unbearably fond.
They ended up at a small noodle shop just outside campus that Punlee apparently “accidentally discovered” weeks ago.
Which really meant: he had specifically searched for somewhere Ghlai would like.
Ghlai knew that already. He still let Punlee pretend otherwise.
By the time their food arrived, the sky outside had deepened into soft evening blue.
And right as Punlee was about to say something—Ghlai’s phone buzzed.
Punlee already knew who it was.
Ghlai sighed before checking the screen.
Punlee leaned over slightly. “Duang?”
“Yes.”
“See? He misses me already.”
“He’s asking if I’m alive.”
“That’s basically affection.”
Ghlai opened the messages.
Duang 🐶:
ARE YOU SAFE???Duang 🐶:
WHY ARE YOU NOT REPLYING TO ME???Duang 🐶:
did he kidnap you?!Duang 🐶:
send proof of life!
Ghlai snorted quietly before typing back.
Ghlai:
I’m eating.
Almost immediately:
Duang 🐶:
[PHOTO]
Punlee groaned dramatically the second Ghlai lifted his phone toward the table. “Oh my god.”
“He won’t stop texting otherwise.”
“This feels invasive.”
“You’re the one dating someone with an overprotective twin.”
“I’m dating YOU,” Punlee corrected immediately.
And just like that—Ghlai’s face warmed again.
Punlee looked entirely too pleased with himself afterward. A few minutes later, Punlee’s own phone buzzed this time. He checked it. Then stared. Then looked offended.
“What?”
Punlee slowly turned the screen toward Ghlai.
Duang 🐶:
Bring my brother home by 8.
Ghlai immediately covered his face with one hand. “Oh no.”
Punlee looked genuinely appalled. “EIGHT?!”
“He worries.”
“It’s barely evening.”
“He says nighttime is dangerous.”
Punlee grabbed his phone immediately. “No. Absolutely not.”
Before Ghlai could stop him, Punlee hit call. And then, somehow even worse—put it on speaker.
The call connected almost instantly.
“Where’s my brother.”
Punlee gasped dramatically. “HELLO to you too, Khun Duang.”
“I don’t waste politeness on people stealing family members.”
“You gave me a curfew.”
“Yes.”
“He’s not twelve.”
“He’s MY twelve.”
Ghlai dropped his forehead against the table in defeat.
Punlee pointed accusingly at the phone. “Eight o’clock is criminal.”
“It’s responsible.”
“It’s sunset.”
“It’s safety.”
Punlee looked deeply betrayed. “You wound me.”
“You’ll survive.”
“I demand an extension.”
“No.”
“Ten o’clock.”
“SEVEN.”
Punlee nearly choked. “EXCUSE ME?”
“Keep arguing.”
“You’re power hungry.”
“You’re annoying.”
“You can’t separate us this early.”
“I absolutely can.”
Punlee turned toward Ghlai with genuine distress. “Teerak, your brother is evil.”
From the phone came immediate outrage. “DON'T YOU DARE ‘TEERAK’ HIM TO MANIPULATE ME.”
“It was natural affection.”
“It was psychological warfare.”
Ghlai was actively hiding his face now because both of them were impossible.
Punlee tried again. “Nine-thirty.”
“No.”
“Nine.”
“No.”
Punlee gasped loudly. “You hate love.”
“I hate YOU.”
“Same thing.”
“Seven-thirty. That's my last offer.”
“YOU’RE GOING THE WRONG DIRECTION, DUANG.” Punlee looked personally devastated.
Then finally, Ghlai sighed before gently taking the phone from him. “Duang.”
Instantly, the voice on the other side softened. “Yes Ghlaijai?”
Punlee looked horrified at the tonal shift. “That’s favoritism.”
Ghlai ignored him completely. “I’ll be home by nine.”
Silence.
Punlee watched as if this were a hostage negotiation.
“…Nine exactly?” Duang asked carefully.
“Yes.”
“And you’ll text me before leaving?”
“Yes.”
“And if he drives too fast—”
“I won’t, Khun Duang.”
Another pause. Then finally. “…Fine.”
Punlee immediately shot upright in victory. “HAH!”
“Don’t celebrate,” Duang snapped instantly. “I still don’t trust you.”
“But you accepted the terms.”
“Because Ghlai asked.”
Punlee grinned smugly while Ghlai tried not to laugh. Honestly, at this point, dating Punlee sometimes felt less like having a boyfriend and more like managing two chaotic disasters simultaneously.
And somehow—he loved both of them anyway.
The call ended with an audible click. For exactly three seconds, neither of them spoke.
Then Punlee slowly set his phone down on the table and looked across at Ghlai with the expression of a man who had just survived a courtroom trial.
“I negotiated,” he declared.
Ghlai took a sip of his drink. “You lost.”
“I gained an hour.”
“You almost lost two.”
“…Details.”
Ghlai couldn’t help it. He laughed. It wasn’t loud—just a soft burst of amusement that escaped before he could stop it—but it was enough to make Punlee freeze.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“That laugh.” Punlee rested his chin on his hand, smiling fondly. “I like making you laugh.”
Ghlai’s ears warmed. “You also like arguing with my brother.”
“I do.”
“You do it on purpose.”
“I absolutely do.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And yet,” Punlee replied, reaching over to steal one of the fries from Ghlai’s plate, “You still agreed to date me.”
“That doesn’t mean you can eat my food.”
Punlee held the fry halfway to his mouth, completely shameless. “Love means sharing.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“It does if I’m hungry.”
Ghlai sighed the sigh of someone who had already accepted his fate months ago. “Take it.”
“I already did.”
“I noticed.”
The rest of dinner passed in easy conversation. They talked about classes, graduation requirements, the group project Punlee insisted he could finish in one night, and the art installation Duang had spent an entire week obsessing over.
Apparently, Duang had changed the lighting arrangement four separate times. Then five. Then changed it back to the original.
“He said the third version ‘lacked emotional integrity,’” Ghlai explained.
Punlee nodded thoughtfully. “That sounds exactly like him.”
“He also apologized to a potted plant yesterday.”
“…For what?”
“He bumped into it.”
Punlee burst into laughter. “I have to admit,” he said between chuckles, “Your brother makes life very entertaining.”
“He does.”
“And he loves you a lot.”
The words settled softly between them.
Ghlai looked down at his glass, tracing the condensation with his fingertip. “I know.”
“He worries because he cares about you, Ghlai.”
“I know that too.”
“He probably checked his phone five times while we’ve been sitting here.”
Almost as if summoned by prophecy—Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Ghlai and Punlee both looked at the screen.
Three new messages.
Duang 🐶:
did you finish eatingDuang 🐶:
remember to drink waterDuang 🐶:
also tell punlee to stop stealing your fries
Ghlai blinked. “How did he know?”
Punlee looked genuinely unsettled. “…Is he outside?”
Both of them instinctively turned toward the restaurant window. Students walked by. A couple crossed the street. Someone rode past on a bicycle. No Duang.
Punlee lowered his voice. “I think he’s developed twin telepathy.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“Then explain the fries.”
Ghlai typed back.
Ghlai:
We’re fine.
A reply came almost immediately.
Duang 🐶:
GoodDuang 🐶:
Tell him i still dont like him
Punlee leaned over Ghlai’s shoulder and read it. He snorted. Before Ghlai could stop him, he grabbed the phone and typed his own response.
Punlee:
Love you too ❤️
He hit send.
“Lee!”
“What?”
“You can’t just text my brother that!”
“I just did.”
“My phone!”
“Our phone now.”
Ghlai stared at him.
Punlee smiled back with complete innocence.
Not ten seconds later, Ghlai’s phone started ringing.
Caller ID:
🐶 Duang 🐶
Punlee pointed at the screen triumphantly. “He misses me.”
“He’s going to yell at you.”
“He misses me loudly.”
Ghlai accepted the call and lifted it to his ear. Before he could say hello—“WHY IS THERE A HEART EMOJI IN OUR CHAT?!”
“It was Punlee...”
“I KNOW IT WAS PUNLEE.”
“He took my phone.”
“Confiscate him.”
“I can’t confiscate a person.”
“You can try.”
Punlee leaned close enough for his voice to carry. “For the record, I think your brother secretly loves me.”
“I HEARD THAT.”
“Good.”
“I’M REDUCING THE CURFEW.”
Punlee’s eyes widened. “No, no, no. I take it back.”
“You’re lucky Ghlai’s there.”
“I know.”
“And make sure he wears his jacket when you leave.”
Punlee glanced across the table. “He didn’t bring one.”
There was a brief pause. Then both twins spoke at the same time.
“I told you to bring it.”
“I forgot.”
Punlee looked between the phone and Ghlai before quietly slipping off his own light jacket and draping it over Ghlai’s shoulders. “There.”
Ghlai looked up. “What about you?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“But you’ll get cold.”
Punlee smiled, smoothing the sleeve near Ghlai’s wrist. “Then you can hold my hand on the walk back.”
For once, there was silence from the phone. Finally, Duang let out a dramatic sigh. “…Fine. That was kind of smooth.”
Punlee grinned victoriously. “I’m writing that down.”
“Don’t get used to my approval.”
“I’ll frame it.”
“You’re still bringing him home by nine.”
“Nine sharp.”
“And text me when you leave.”
“We will.”
Only after the call ended did Punlee notice Ghlai was still wearing his jacket. It hung slightly oversized on him. The sleeves covered part of his hands.
Punlee looked for a long moment before smiling to himself.
“What?” Ghlai asked.
“Nothing.”
“Lee, you’re smiling again.”
“I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“That if your brother keeps checking on you like this after graduation…” Punlee reached across the table and intertwined their fingers. “…then I’m going to have to marry into the family just to make the paperwork easier.”
Ghlai nearly dropped his drink.
---
Back at the condo, the silence was almost suspicious.
Duang sat cross-legged on the living room floor, surrounded by sketchbooks, color swatches, and enough scattered pencils to qualify as an occupational hazard. His laptop sat open on the coffee table, displaying an unfinished presentation for his final-year exhibition.
Every few minutes, he'd make another adjustment.
Move a photo. Undo it. Change the font. Undo that too. Then stare at the screen like it had personally offended him.
His phone buzzed.
Without hesitation, he reached for it.
Punlee 🤡:
Just finished dinner.
Attached beneath was a picture of Ghlai smiling shyly across the table, chopsticks in hand.
Duang zoomed in. Healthy complexion. No visible injuries. Good posture. Food untouched? No, half the bowl was gone.
Satisfied, he typed back.
Duang 🐶:
Tell him to finish the vegetables.
A few seconds later, another message arrived.
Lee 🤡:
Already did.
Duang frowned… Fine. Maybe Punlee was useful. A little. Very little.
He set the phone down and returned to work.
Another ten minutes passed before it buzzed again. This time, it was a selfie. Punlee had somehow squeezed into the frame beside Ghlai, flashing a dramatic peace sign while Ghlai looked equal parts fond and embarrassed.
Caption:
Lee 🤡:
Still alive 👍
Duang stared at the photo. Then snorted despite himself. "They really are kind of cute…" The words slipped out before he could catch them. He looked around the empty living room as if someone might have heard.
"Nope." He pointed accusingly at the phone. "I didn't say that."
The phone, wisely, chose not to argue.
By six in the evening, Duang's takeout had arrived. He settled onto the couch with a steaming bowl balanced on his knees while some over-the-top reality competition blared from the television.
Contestants screamed. Judges screamed louder. Someone cried over burnt caramel. Duang nodded solemnly. "Understandable."
The condo felt unusually empty tonight. His parents were out on their weekly date night—a tradition they'd kept for years without fail. His older brother, Funan, had apparently texted earlier that afternoon: "Out for dinner. Don't wait up :)" Which, translated from Funan-language, almost certainly meant: "I'm on a date."
Duang looked around the room. His parents: on a date. Funan: on a date. Ghlai: on a date. Jamie: probably busy flirting and smitten by Marvis. Pae… Actually, Pae was probably working.
Still. Duang glanced down at his bowl. Then at the television. Then back at his bowl. "...Wow." He looked like a divorced father of three.
His phone rang.
The caller ID flashed: 📞 Jamie & Pae (Group Call)
He answered.
The moment the call connected—"DUANG!" Jamie practically shouted through the speaker. "We're going drinking tonight! Come out! I found this rooftop bar with live music and discounted cocktails!"
Before Duang could answer, Pae's exhausted voice cut in. "I'm not going."
"Traitor," Jamie declared.
"I have deadlines, Jettana."
"You always have deadlines."
"And you always have alcohol."
Jamie ignored him. "Duang! Say yes!"
Duang glanced at his half-finished dinner. "...No."
"What?!"
"I don't feel like drinking."
"You don't have to drink! Just come!"
"I don't feel like going out either."
Jamie groaned so dramatically that it distorted through the speaker. "You two are impossible."
Pae chuckled. "He says that every week."
"And every week he's right," Duang added.
Jamie wasn't giving up. "Seriously, Duang. It's Friday night. Go experience the nightlife."
Duang looked at the reality show contestant now crying over cheesecake. "I'm experiencing television."
"That doesn't count."
"I'm also waiting for Ghlai."
Jamie made an exaggerated choking sound. "...You're waiting for your brother."
"I need to make sure Punlee brings him home by nine."
From somewhere on the line, Pae sighed. "You're still on this?"
"It's called responsibility."
"It's called holding a three-month grudge."
Duang gasped. "I do not hold grudges."
Jamie barked out a laugh. "You absolutely do."
Pae joined in gently. "Come on, Duang. Punlee's a good guy."
"I know."
"And Ghlai's happy."
"I know."
"So relax a little."
"I am relaxed."
There was a pause.
Jamie spoke first. "You texted them four times in one hour."
"I was checking in."
"You always demanded photographic evidence every time they're going out."
"I wanted proof of life."
"You even negotiated a curfew."
"I compromised."
Jamie groaned. "For the love of god, they've been dating for three months! Move on already."
Duang poked at his noodles. "I have."
"You haven't."
"I have."
"You named Punlee 'Public Enemy Number One' in your contacts when they started dating for a month."
"...That was funny." Pae laughed quietly before changing tactics. "But Duang, you need to focus on your own love life as well."
Duang immediately shook his head, even though they couldn't see him. "No."
"See?" Jamie exclaimed. "This is what we're talking about!"
"My life's busy enough."
"You dodge every person who tries to talk to you."
"I don't dodge."
"You absolutely dodge."
Pae chimed in. "People from other faculties ask Jamie and me about you all the time."
"They do?"
"Yes."
"They should stop."
"They're interested in you."
"They should become uninterested."
Jamie groaned again. "Duang! You're in your final year! People literally line up just to introduce themselves to you, and somehow you disappear before they reach you. Do you plan on staying single for the rest of your life?"
"First of all, me dissapearing, it's a useful skill. And second, maybe. I mean, being single isn't really that bad... right? "
"It's emotional avoidance."
"Excuse you, it's efficiency, Jettana."
"I'm sorry to break it to you, Duang... BUT THIS IS TRAGIC," even Pae shouted at him.
Duang laughed, genuinely amused now. "You two worry too much."
"And you worry too much about Ghlai," Jamie shot back.
"Different issue."
Pae smiled through the phone. "Just think about it, okay?"
"I'll think about my dinner."
"And dating?" Jamie added.
"No."
Jamie let out the loudest, most theatrical sigh of the evening. "You are impossible."
"I've been told by everyone. Frequently." Duang smiled to himself as he stood and carried his empty bowl toward the kitchen sink. "Anyway, I'm eating and watching my show. You two have fun arguing without me."
Before either of them could protest—Click. The call ended.
Silence settled over the line.
Jamie stared at the disconnected screen. Pae did the same.
Finally, Jamie pinched the bridge of his nose. "...He's hopeless."
"A little." Pae continued.
"No," Jamie corrected. "A lot."
Pae leaned back in his chair, thoughtful.
Duang hadn't always been this closed off. He was still cheerful, still caring, still quick to laugh. But ever since the final year began, he'd thrown himself into projects, responsibilities, and looking after everyone else. Whenever the conversation drifted toward his own feelings, he'd smile, crack a joke, and change the subject.
Jamie sighed. "So… what do we do?"
Pae was quiet for a moment. Then, very slowly, a smile spread across his face. "I don't think this is a two-person mission anymore."
Jamie's eyes lit up instantly. He knew exactly what Pae meant without another word. He reached for his phone. "So… reinforcements?"
Pae nodded. "Reinforcements."
Jamie grinned mischievously. "Time to recruit Ghlai and Punlee."
Somewhere across the city, completely unaware of the conspiracy quietly forming against him—Duang sneezed. Then looked around his empty living room suspiciously. "...Why do I suddenly feel like someone's planning something?"