"That's it," said the man as the finishing sentence and then became silent as if his story has come to an end. Beside him, the ten-year-old Reynold was gaping his mouth, staring at Roy's face with puffed-up eyes. His two little hands were clenching the man's robe, trembling slightly.
"Do you have any other questions?"
"...."
The child nibbled on his lower lip, not giving an answer. His body leaned closer and his arms wrapped around the redhead's body, taking the man by surprise.
"What?"
"...sorry..."
"For what?"
"Sniff!"
"Reyn?"
Reynold didn't bother to wipe his tears. His heart felt like hot fire and his eyes were sore. He knew that he couldn't hold himself back no matter how much he tried.
"Why are you crying? Reyn?"
