"My father and my little brother always had a strange relationship. It might be quite strange and ironic, considering they almost have the same personality. But there goes the saying, if you meet someone like you, you'd probably hate them."
Asher flashed Remo a kind smile but didn't dwell on him. Instead, his eyes slowly veered to Maxen briefly before they settled on Cosette.
"I'm glad you came," he expressed sincerely, heaving a sigh of relief. "You don't know how much this means to me."
As soon as those words rolled out of Asher's tongue, Remo instinctively moved his attention to Maxen. The latter didn't react, but he kept his eyes on Asher.
"You're welcome." Cosette shrugged.
Asher lifted his gaze to the hairband that she was wearing, chuckling upon seeing his unsmiling face glued on the tip of the antennas.
"I want to ask what were you thinking, but I'd rather not," he mused. "Surprisingly, I sort of like it."
