"What?" Doha blinked, shoulders stiffening. "A gym?"
"Yeah," Zeno nodded. "A dance studio gym," he clarified, giving a small tilt of his head. "You said it was your dream to have one."
Doha looked around the wide, mirrored space, his gaze skating over the empty floor. His hands slowly curled into fists at his sides, knuckles trembling.
Zeno looked at him and shook his head. The moment he got the side quest to do something good for a friend, this immediately came to his mind.
Doha had been their constant in so many ways. He cooked breakfast and dinner the most. He took care of Maxie when he was out. He reminded everyone to eat, hydrate, and always have fun at work.
It had been normal to them now, but if he wasn't there, Zeno guessed this life wouldn't be as… fun.
Zeno glanced away, fingers tucking into his jacket pockets. "I had too much money anyway. I couldn't spend it all even if I tried."
