"Did you have a bad dream? Come here, I'll give you a hug," he offered.
"Grr…! So cool and adorable…!" Ragar muttered, his voice filled with awe.
Rocco was honestly very tired, but he managed to mumble his invitation as he gestured for Ragar to step into his embrace.
For someone like Ragar, who valued propriety, to break his usual conduct and visit in the middle of the night, there could only be one explanation: he must've had a terrible dream and come seeking comfort.
Determined to console him, Rocco spread his arms wider, prepared to offer a soothing embrace.
However, Ragar cleared his throat with a sharp cough, straightened his posture, and made no move to leap into Rocco's open arms.
Oh, what a pity, Rocco thought, feeling slightly disappointed.
If it wasn't a bad dream, then what was it?
When Rocco asked the question, Ragar hesitated briefly before kneeling on the floor in a solemn manner.
What's going on?