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【 ♕ 】         Something was wrong with him, Fionn could tell. Nero was acting cold and distant. More so than he already was. He wouldn’t even smile at her, which was a major change from his usual tone around her.

                     Seeing him as sad as he was actually hurt her. He was supposed to be happy. An egotistical happy, but happy nonetheless. Not mopey like he was being.

                     She had to speak to him, to get him back to normal. But how? She’d never had a son before, or any child for that matter. It never even crossed her mind.

                       As gently as she could, she pushed aside his tent flaps, only to reveal him at his desk, hunched over and flicking a pencil. He didn’t seem to notice her until she finally spoke.

                        ❝ Nero? ❞ She watched him with narrowed eyes, for any sign of not wanting her here at all. ❝ You know lunch is ready, aye? ❞ Smooth, Fionn, smooth.