On the steps in front of the villa, Ocelotte and Molly stood ready to greet their guest.

Brody stepped out of the car, looking particularly sharp and dashing tonight. The sight made Ocelotte frown instantly. Dressed as flamboyantly as a peacock, Brody had clearly put in some effort.

Later, Ocelotte decided, he’d ask Molly outright who looked better. Was it him or Brody?

Brody walked up the steps, his silhouette framed by the twilight. Molly stepped forward and gave him a brief hug.

After everything they’d been through, they were like family now.

Ocelotte, watching from the side: *Is all that closeness really necessary?*

When Molly and Brody finally separated, Ocelotte decided he wanted a hug too.

Brody froze, startled by the unexpected request, but before he could react, he was nearly bowled over by Ocelotte's overly enthusiastic embrace.

Ocelotte pulled him into a firm hug, slapping him hard on the back. “Now that you’re leaving, I’ll really miss you, you know.”