His smile half faded as he pondered upon his dream. There was something about it could not put his finger on.
Did it matter?
Scarlet was gone.
The mage shifted on the bed that was made for him. Standing from the mattress, Blank dressed himself; he was glad they packed him a bag or two, he certainly wasn't in the frame of mind to do so.
Making his way past his own door, and to where Reeve's room. Blank blinked, seeing Shannon taking such great care.
The mage had no idea how to state this...
"...Has he been good?" Blank look between them, if he had not know better.. He would swear Shannon knew what she was doing.
Her kindness... He knew no matter what; Reeve would be loved.
Slowly. Solemnly, the spectral detective stepped forward, his arms extended, and his smile growing wider.
"May I?" There was nothing to his voice other than a father wanting to hold his child.