"Mmm… big brother… macarons… half and half…" Rocco mumbled, shifting in his sleep.
Sylas smiled softly at the sight.
Despite his apparent reluctance, it seemed Rocco was offering to share his favorite macarons with him in the dream.
Sylas couldn't help but be touched—his Rocco truly was an angel.
He gently smiled, noticing Rocco's hand outstretched, empty as if offering something, and he tenderly took it in his own, whispering a quiet reply.
"...I'm fine. These macarons are yours, Rocco. Eat as much as you want."
Rocco's face lit up with a smile as he continued to sleep.
Sylas ran his fingers gently over Rocco's soft, relaxed cheek, and soon Rocco's breathing became even, signaling he had fallen into a deeper, more peaceful sleep.
Sylas gazed at him for a few more seconds, feeling a sense of contentment, before quietly rising.