Sitting down the couch, Rion kept on fidgeting as he waited for Augustus, although he was not certain if the latter would be at home that day.
Their day has been so fed up. Since waking up, he must have been rummaging through different schedules, only for it to be interrupted because of a rumor sparking up and spreading way too fast.
The television speaking in front of Rion has long been forgotten.
When he heard the main door creak open, supposedly, he ran toward it.
Augustus' figure stood by the entrance. Obviously tired, but still composed.
“Hey there. How did it go?”
The closer Rion looked, the more he noticed how the singer's face was bothered and lost in trance. Too noticeable that Rion instantly knew that something went unwell— as if he has not heard the news already.
He refra
