The grandfather briefly followed Terrius's gaze, and he understood what had caught his attention. That room in the farthest corner of the third floor was the studio. He did not doubt that Terrius cared deeply about his grandson. After what happened the previous night, he had expected as much.
Still, there were things he needed to know. He placed his cup down and looked at Terrius seriously.
"You understand what happened between you and my grandson?"
Terrius's expression remained calm. But his eyes shifted slightly.
"Yes."
"And do you understand what it means?"
Terrius was silent for a moment. Then he nodded.
"Yes."
The old man lowered his gaze and stared at the tea on the table.
