Questions, Confessions, and a Surprise Engagement

"Huh…? My type? You mean romantically?" Thomas's expression darkened slightly. "Why do you ask, Raffy? Did you fall in love for someone?"

Oh no! This is heading in a completely wrong direction!

Rafayel panicked. "No, no, no! It's not like that! I was just curious! I don't have anyone I like! I just wanted to know about you, Brother!"

He tugged on Thomas's sleeve while looking up at him with pleading eyes.

I know I'm being manipulative, but please forgive me! he thought, mentally apologizing to someone—perhaps his past self.

At that, Thomas's expression softened into a smile.

"Ah, so you want to know more about me. I'll answer anything you ask."

With that, he lifted Rafayel onto his lap so they were sitting face-to-face.

Whoa! Too close! Too close! Rafayel's heart pounded.

"Hmm… as for my type… I'd say someone honest and cute."

Thomas said this while staring at him.