Damian, sitting by his study table, flicked his pen in his hand over and over, lost in thought as he tried to process his recent discovery.
His mind flashed back to the soft and light expression on his brother's face as Alice held his hands.
Why didn't he think of it before? His brother was always talking about Alice and not just singing praises about how powerful she was, but also talking about how kind and compassionate she was.
He smiled, laughed, and then stared at the distance with a soft gaze, muttering her name. These were signs that he was struck with feelings but he never thought that far.
But he never really thought that far. He just smiled and was thankful his brother was happy.
He used to think Alice might've been someone around his age but when he saw her on TV, he felt she was young for someone his brother sang praises and talked endlessly about.
