Richie looked at Si Ang, who seemed mentally drained and listless.
The rather dark circles under his eyes stood out against his fair, translucent skin, which looked delicate enough to break at a touch.
Instead of answering Si Ang's question, Richie instinctively asked:
"Si Ang, did you stay up all night?"
Si Ang froze for a moment, then slowly nodded.
Richie looked as though he had stayed up all night too, so Si Ang asked in return:
"Were you up all night too?"
Richie nodded helplessly, closed the door behind him, and sat back down on the bed.
Si Ang was just about to get out of bed, wash up, and have the servants bring breakfast upstairs.
Richie had only just sat down, intending to tell Si Ang everything, when Si Ang dashed off.
With no other choice, Richie followed Si Ang to the bathroom to wash up with him.
Once they were finished, Si Ang invited Richie to have breakfast with him.
Richie was about to tell him, but then decided he might as well finish breakfast at Si Ang's place before leaving.
After they both slowly finished their breakfast, Richie was finally ready to speak.
Si Ang had already had the table cleared, and the two boys sat on a low sofa, looking into each other's eyes.
Neither said anything. In the end, Si Ang spoke first:
"Richie, what did you want to tell me?"
Richie opened his mouth, then swallowed his words, unsure how to begin.
"Never mind. If you don't want to say it today, you don't have to.
Tell me whenever you're ready. I'll be here anyway!"
Si Ang picked up the juice from the table and took a gulp.
Richie knew he would have to say it sooner or later. If he didn't say