Reina's point of view:
By the time I was done settling with Isabella, it was eleven in the night and I went back into our bedroom only to see Niklaus by the window side, glancing outside with a glass of drink in his hand - probably whisky. He always does that when he needed to think.
I sighed, he still wasn't okay with me leaving tomorrow and had just conceded because he didn't want to hurt my feelings. The fact he respected my choice warmed my heart and I walked over to Niklaus, hugging him from behind.
"You're not okay," I murmured, resting my head on his back with my nose rubbing him affectionately.
"I'm trying to be," Was his honest answer. He was trying hard for my sake and I couldn't help but wonder if I was being selfish here.
