After finishing his meal, Al stared sharply at Indra. As if he wanted to say something. But in the end, he said nothing.
Guess it's better if I don't tell him. What if he thinks I'm barbaric? Haah… he thought.
Through the reflection of a small mirror, Indra accidentally caught sight of a rather unpleasant expression on the face of the young man he'd always treated like a little brother.
Indra's oversensitivity toward Al's moods made him assume that Al was troubled or feeling down—even though Al wasn't really the sentimental type.
Still, Indra wasn't wrong. Something was weighing on Al's mind.
"Hm? You wanna say something?" Indra asked, turning to face him.
Al tilted his head up, meeting Indra's eyes.
The older man looked like he was trying to be considerate.
Al blinked rapidly, and somehow, that tiny motion made his hesitation fade.
Maybe… I should talk about it.
But then again… What should I even say?
His lips parted slightly, but the words refused to come out.
