After a couple of minutes of talking, Juin yawned and excused himself. When he got back to his room, Cyrus was already sleeping and snoring away on his bed.
Seeing his sleeping face, which looked like every other normal human child's face, Juin could not help but smile. He went forward and covered Cyrus' body with the comforter before climbing in next to him.
"He's like Wesley when Wesley was at his age…" Juin mumbled before yawning out loud. He was truly tired out, and looking at the antique clock on the wall that had a blue bird perched on a nest, it was already almost 4 a.m.
As he stared at the blue bird, Juin felt as if the bird was watching him back. Shooking his head, he told himself that he was imagining things.
