“This might help,” Lambert offers Yuya his wineglass. He’s only half-kidding, expression wry.

“I didn’t hear much of it. Just the part where you hit the table and told him to stop saying he cares.” His expression turns more serious. “I didn’t think you two were fighting.”

Strange will squabble with anyone at the drop of a hat, even enjoying the arguing, but Yuya’s always seemed exempt from that. Until now.