Then the irritation had turned into restlessness, and restlessness into a sleepless night, spent silently scolding himself for caring this much in the first place and yet unable to tell her how he feels.
He had never thought a day would come when he would feel jealous, of her relationship with Carl, of all people.
"They are siblings," Arthur had reminded himself the night before, sighing as he lay awake. Carl was no threat. Yet, the thought of the two of them spending an entire day together gnawed at him in a way he couldn't quite explain.
And that led to his current state: sleep deprived and mildly irritated. He hadn't closed his eyes once. Somehow, he found himself watching the clock, waiting for 4 a.m. their usual training hour, just so he could confront her, or at least find out why she hadn't asked him to take her sightseeing.
She should have. That was how it always used to be. He was her go to person for everything.
