“Oh, hey, you're still up?”
“Yeah.” nodded Augustus with sleepy and tired, but wide-open eyes, “I can't sleep...”
Giving one faint nod to acknowledge the pop star's response, Rion went back to staring in the television, pretending to be watching, when in reality, he's too occupied to even comprehensively consume the media laid in his front.
He thought he could handle it better after venting out to a friend earlier that day. He was wrong. The guilt was still lingering in the air, the pain from seeing Afaela hurt because of him was still jumping out of the drain, unwilling to be forgotten and left behind for yesterday's reminiscence.
And the pop star knew what's bugging Rion— maybe it's also the same reason he's sleepless, the same thing he kept on pondering about, spiraling and tossing
