“Rion, thank you,” Augustus said after finishing his meal. For another time that night, he smiled in front of Rion, genuinely, and by doing so, he almost giggled audibly upon once again noticing the slight flinch Rion did after his lips curved. “For the dinner, I mean. My only proper home made meal in a while.”
“W-welcome,” Rion replied, pretending to be nonchalant and uninterested in what Augustus was saying. “That is nothing.”
“Why is that, though...?”
“Hmm?” Rion's brows furrowed in puzzlement, “Why is what?”
“Why is it that you still bothered to take care of me, cook a meal knowing I will not be able to do it myself, and get me a glass of water when I choked on my food?” The pop star kept his eyes in Rion's, watching his moves and observing for any reaction, “Why do you still have
