Phos stood in front of him, his eyes filled with tears. “Oh, Francis,” he said tearfully, shaking his head with relief.
He sniffled. “I heard you went on the mission and realized that you might have been dead and...” He shook his head. “May I come in?”
She frowned and looked back at him, freezing when her gaze landed on Phos. "Hello, Poppy," he said quietly. Poppy squinted at him, not saying anything.
Phos cleared his throat. "I... I came to apologize," he said, his voice tremulous. "I've behaved terribly and..." He sighed, looking miserable. "I'm sorry."