"...All right, I understand..." Augusto finally relented, his tone reluctant. He cast a glance at Yor, whose cheeks were starting to puff out again, and gave in with a defeated sigh.
While Augusto still seemed conflicted—more out of guilt than annoyance—about the idea of going to bed before Damien, he didn't appear to have any objections to the idea of continuing to care for Damien tomorrow.
But wait, wasn't Augusto supposed to be a guest? Officially, he was here to be cared for, not to take care of someone else.
Even without the whole plan to pamper Augusto, Damien thought, this was absolutely backward.
The plan was falling further and further off course.
"Okay then, big brother, give Augusto a goodnight kiss," Yor said cheerfully.
"Wha—?!"
"Excuse me?!"
Damien's already confused mind came to a screeching halt as Yor's words landed like a bombshell.
Augusto's face mirrored his shock, eyes wide in disbelief.
