The silence that followed was deafening.
I could almost hear the faint ticking of the small clock in the living room. Cairo's hand was still in mine, but his grip had loosened as if he wasn't sure whether he was even allowed to stand there.
I cleared my throat softly, trying to sound calm even though my heart was pounding.
"Come in," I said, stepping aside and gesturing toward the door. "Cairo's probably tired from the hospital. Let's all go inside first."
Egypt and Paris exchanged another uncertain glance before moving hesitantly.
Their eyes stayed glued to Cairo as he stepped into our tiny living room, glancing around shyly.
Maybe he wasn't used to a cramped space like ours after growing up in the mansion he shared with Bern.
"Uhm… Cairo, I-I'm sorry if our house is a little small compared to yours," I said awkwardly. "I hope you don't feel uncomfortable"
