Envy was still at a loss how to react to anything that remotely resembled kindness - kindness directed at him, that was. If he'd been wearing a different face, playing a different role, that was something he could do. But not for him.
His instincts all screamed at him to lash out, to strike first before he could be lulled into any sort of a sense of security, something he couldn't trust. But then he saw them across the room. His alternate was watching them, but she hadn't seen them yet, focused on the boy.
Without another word, he walked to the buffet table, tense and braced to hear voices telling him to get out.