GRAYSON WAS FACED WITH THE SAME EMPTY ROOM AS BEFORE. Alone, he stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by the same furniture as before. It was as if he hadn't just spoken with a witch, who so happened to be a male. How that was possible? He didn't know.
The opening of his door had his head turning, a familiar face entered slowly. "Hey." He said, stalking in the room, closing the door behind him.
"Aeolus." Grayson couldn't help but sound surprised, he was the least person Grayson thought of being visited by.
Aeolus raised his arm and scratched the back of his head, the gesture was innocent like. "I'm here to rescue you from my father's fury." He laughed slightly at his own words, but Grayson didn't find it in the bit funny.
