Then comes Argus's mother Moira shuffling forward a wide grin on her face as he sees the both of them, she laughs along with Argus as Phobos smiles down at her in greeting. A smile? A smile. He has never once beamed at me that way, does her presence make him that happy?
Phobos tickles Argus's belly as the pup screeches whilst Moira regards the both of them with softness. It feels like I am observing...a family. No, I do not like this spectacle. My heart tenses inconsolably as it fights to beat within its enclosure beneath my ribcage. It stings, what is this agonizing feeling of bitterness to their amicable conversation that is brewing within me like a tumultuous storm?
He offers the containers packed with the food I cooked for him to her as Moira takes it from his hands surprisedly. He wanted to grant it to her out of all the others? Why? Who is she to him that he thought of her whilst I was seated on his lap?