"You don't seem okay, Lyre. Tell me, what's wrong with you?" Rain asked in concern.
"Nothing. I'm okay. You don't have to worry about me. That boy downstairs must be waiting for you."
"Chels?"
At the mention of the pretty boy's name, Lyre balled his hands into fists.
He felt the urge to throw the human out of the house, but he quelled the feeling down.
It wasn't in his powers to do so.
"He won't mind. Chels isn't a baby. He doesn't need me to babysit him all the time."
"He will be looking for you." Lyre turned his face to the side, to prevent Rain from looking into them.
Rain smiled when he realized what was happening.
"Are you jealous?" He smiled at Lyre.
"I don't know what 'jealous' is. But I know he will be looking for you."
"No, he won't." Rain closed the distance between them, and despite knowing how much Lyre hates it whenever he was close to him, he cupped Lyre's face.
