That's what they do — they watch each other's backs. Wilhelm had already taken it upon himself to keep an eye on Kelson, out of the nebulous sense of responsibility he feels toward all new Summoned around his age. Now there's something sturdier growing there, a sense of protectiveness.

"Well, I can definitely tell him he's being a moron," Wilhelm chuckles. When Kelson is so deserving, of course. "I can't guarantee that he'll listen, though."

He takes another sip of his drink and fondly kicks at Kell's boot under the table.

"There will be one less person around to tell me when I'm being stupid, though."