"Huh…? My type? You mean romantically?" Thomas's expression darkened slightly. "Why do you ask, Raffy? Did you fall in love for someone?"
Oh no! This is heading in a completely wrong direction!
Rafayel panicked. "No, no, no! It's not like that! I was just curious! I don't have anyone I like! I just wanted to know about you, Brother!"
He tugged on Thomas's sleeve while looking up at him with pleading eyes.
I know I'm being manipulative, but please forgive me! he thought, mentally apologizing to someone—perhaps his past self.
At that, Thomas's expression softened into a smile.
"Ah, so you want to know more about me. I'll answer anything you ask."
With that, he lifted Rafayel onto his lap so they were sitting face-to-face.
Whoa! Too close! Too close! Rafayel's heart pounded.
"Hmm… as for my type… I'd say someone honest and cute."
Thomas said this while staring at him.
Rafayel could only hope that the warmth in his brother's gaze was just his imagination.
