“You have a dimple,” Aeson points out, like I don’t already know. I gasp and cover the small indentation with my hand. “It’s back?” I exclaim. Aeson frowns at me, the look in his gaze perplexed. “Don’t scare it away!” I admonish. “I haven’t seen the little guy in forever.” Aeson snorts out a laugh and then quickly cuts it off, like the show of amusement just happened against his will. “It only comes out when I’m happy or having fun. Don’t mess this up for me,” I scold, and Aeson’s amusement instantly dims.
