"What are you doing here?" Lyre frowned at the man they met that day in the park. "Are you here to take him?"
"If only it was as simple as that." He smiled sadly. "It's his decision to make."
"Then, why—"
"Lyre." Rain patted the bed he was sitting on. "Come over here and sit."
Lyre Frowned a bit before he did as Rain asked. He walked over to where Rain was, and sat on the bed. "Here are your snacks."
"Thank you." Rain opened the plate of ice cream, and scooped a spoon. "Open up." He urged Lyre.
"I brought it for you. You don't have to feed me." Lyre pursed his lips. "You are hungry, you need to eat."
"Eat? Not when I can feed you as I do so." Rain urged Lyre to open his mouth, and Lyre did so.
He didn't try to argue with Rain because he knew it was futile to do so.
"My prince, you have—"
