She didn't say anything as he approached. Each step became a slog, as if his feet were tied down with invisible weights that added more the further he went. Cobra often forgot about Mirajane's incredible presence since she rarely exerted it onto others, unlike a certain redhead or fire-breathing moron. He'd never actually fought her, but from Sawyer's recounts, she was not someone you wanted as an enemy (even though she definitely let him off easy compared to Erza's stunts). Now he walked straight into the lion's den, with no idea how hungry the beast was. Or how pissed.

Well, truthfully, he could imagine exactly how pissed. Which was why he had to control himself to not spring into Poison Dragon mode again.

The two broke apart some, although they remained close enough to reach out to each other if desired. Macbeth glanced apprehensively between the two, probably mentally betting on which of them would strike first.

He stared at her, delaying his response. It felt dangerous to turn to quips given the current atmosphere.

"Cobra," Mirajane said. "You're…here." For the first time, maybe ever, he caught a look of nervousness as her eyes darted back to Macbeth. His guildmate pointedly looked away.

"Yes, I am," he replied, trying to sound confident. "We needed to find you and you weren't at the…doctor's place. Macbeth said he knew where you'd be, so here we are." Cobra held up a hand before she could speak. "And before you say anything else, yes, I saw what you just did. I already knew. No need to hide it." Although he certainly wouldn't mind if they turned it down a little.

Macbeth's ears flushed red, while Mirajane's cheeks took on a faint rosy hue, amidst the frown. He would have loved to put one over on her that she was getting embarrassed about something she did to other people all the time…but that would require him being ok with getting thrown to the ground cage match style.

"…How did you find out?" she asked quietly.

"I…" Macbeth's face twisted into a sneer, his body language implying one wrong word would lead to a swift demise. Unfortunately, he was much less scared of Macbeth right now than Mirajane. "What can I say? He's constantly thinking about you. Wasn't hard to piece together."

At this, her frown remained, but her eyes softened. Macbeth still glared daggers at him. He resisted the urge to glare back, worrying it would be misinterpreted. "That's not why I'm here though. I don't care about your love life. Although, I suppose I'm not surprised we ended up at your house then."

Macbeth sputtered. Mirajane cocked an eyebrow. "My house? I don't live here."

"What? Then, who…" He trailed off before putting a hand on his head. Oh.

They were standing at Lucy's apartment.