Draco found Riley sitting on the sofa when he came home.
The boy was so lost in thought and did not notice Draco approaching. It was only after the sofa had sagged from Draco's weight that Riley finally came out from his stupor.
"Your home. When did you arrive?" Riley asked, looking sideways at Draco.
"Just now… What were you thinking, Little Riley? If I had not sat beside you, you would not have noticed I was here," Draco calmly inquired.
"You," blurted out Riley. When he realized the words he spoke, Riley immediately amended. "I mean… I was… waiting for you to arrive…" he said, ever so slowly as to get his words right.
"Alright. If you say so…" Draco hid his smile. Little Riley sucks at lying. It was pretty obvious. So, that meant the boy was thinking of him. Draco was pleased. For whatever reason it was, he did not really care as long as he had occupied the boy's mind.
