It honestly looked like some kind of ancient script at first… Well, I finished today's homework, so maybe I'll get ahead on some work.
Oh! I should also thank Greyson.
I made him worry yesterday… And while I'm at it, I should get that letter from Thomas.
With that in mind, Rafayel made his way to Greyson's room. He knocked on the door.
"Brother Greyson? It's Rafayel. Can I come in?"
"You can come in."
He heard a voice from inside.
Huh?
Something felt off, but he opened the door anyway.
However, the room was empty—Greyson seemed to be in the bath.
"Sorry, I'm just about done. Have a seat on the sofa and wait for me," Greyson's voice called from the bathroom.
Rafayel obediently sat down.
Unlike Thomas's room, he hadn't been in Greyson's room very often.
Compared to his other brother, Greyson was naturally reserved, speaking only when necessary.
That distance had remained between them over the years.
