Wanted to sleep

Silas's POV

"So, Silas, how old are you? …Wait, should I guess your age?"

"Mhmm." What should I even say? He was sitting next to me, talking nonstop.

"You're sweet sixteen, right … Pffft~ Hahaha!"

There was no expression on my face because that joke wasn't even funny. I glanced around; many nature portraits were hanging on the wall. Just looking at them made me feel calm since I've always liked nature.

"DARLING!"

I suddenly heard someone shouting, startling me. I snapped back to my senses and looked around—Lysander was frowning at me.

"What's wrong? Why are you shouting here?"

"What? Are you blaming me now, like it was my fault? You were the one who didn't answer even when I called for you!" Lysander whined.

I think I've been getting lost in my thoughts too much these days, haven't I? I glanced at Nekol, who was busy on his phone.