"You're practically English, Helios. And you know how we get about tea," Max replies teasingly as he waits for the kettle to boil.

His smile is soft and sweet when Helios speaks, kind of enchanted. It's the kind of thing that he might suggest, but coming from Helios it means a lot, a level of trust that he'd never quite believed would happen. "I'd love to. I mean, I really would love to. When do you want to leave?"