When Silvain gets up, my vital organ beats furiously, it's adrenaline, nerves, I can't let him catch me snooping. I immediately go to the kitchen of his attic and wait for him, right where I have been after leaving his room.

It appears, I see another image in front of me, it's another person. Head high and chin forward, exudes power, aggressiveness. I think I should have left a long time ago, before the guy who always wants to overwhelm came back: a Narcissus.

His thick, grave and deep voice comes through, it is foreign to the solemn scene from a moment ago. Transmits ferocity.

"Why haven't you gone home?"

“Silvain...”

“I'm fine, why would I need your help?” he roars angrily.

He has a poker face.

It is as if by magic he has gotten rid of the effects of alcohol.

"I just thought you were in a bind, you should be grateful that I brought you home, if I allowed you to come in that state, who knows what would have happened," I face it, I don't have much courage right now, but I won't let hi