Rion panted and reached over his bedside to grab on the glass of water he remembered putting above before he slept last night.
Ah, a bad dream.
He was sweating and his heart was racing.
Good thing it wasn't real...
A sound of breaking glasses from downstairs brought him back from a deep thought and he confusedly walked down to see what was happening.
Rushing towards the kitchen, there he saw the pop star struggling to pick broken glasses using his bare hands, coated with carelessness and unhinged, probably about to make his fingers bleed due to the displayed abrupt moves to clean his mess.
“Augustus?”
“Oh, hey!” His head peeked upwards and his eyes were forming a rather happy crescent than worried. “Good morning, Rion!”
“Good morning, I guess? If waking up with my husband playing
