Simon was getting bored really bored.
He had absolutely nothing to do, except paint and read a kid's book or do anything that a child would, but he is not a child!
He wanted to train, do exercise and learn work fighting and so many things.
He realized how much he loves training or perhaps it was just Rafael's way of making him work to the bone that made him enjoy the training so much.
He wanted to hear what those people were talking about, surely they were planning something, but he wants to know too. He wanted to be a part of it and give suggestions and possibly help them as well somehow with his tiny body.
But alas who would let a child in!
Looks like he will have to read his father's mind once he comes out of the room.
Simon's mind drifted to that boy, that naïve, timid, and fragile boy of his age. Devon.
Was it really possible to feel rage towards himself and butterflies in his stomach at the same time?
