“Yes. So?” Jensen inquired while darting his eyes back and forth between Kenta and Milo.
Milo quickly raised both of his hands. “Don’t look at me. I’m not sure either. Mariana used to emphasize quite frequently that magic and everything related to it are on a need-to-know basis.”
Kenta smiled. “That’s a wise advice. Let’s do that.”
Jensen stared at Kenta. “Do what?”
“If you’re sure that your parents will have no problem accepting me, then we should inform them about me, and our relationship,” Kenta said while gesturing at all three of them with his right index finger.
Jensen beamed widely at Kenta. “I’m certain they will be okay with you and us.”
“Okay then.”
After that, there was a moment of silence before Milo cleared his throat loudly. “The bottle is empty now. Should we go to bed?”
“It’s not even eleven o’clock yet,” Jensen protested while pouting slightly at Milo. “Are you sleepy already?”