They approached Cairo's bed cautiously.
The twins tightened their grip on my hands, sticking close to my sides.
As Sergio reached out, his once-hardened, authoritative hands now trembling and gently brushed Cairo's hair with a tenderness I had never seen from him…
Impossible… he's not the Sergio Lincolm I know.
Cairo blinked weakly at the touch.
"G-grandpa… I'm glad to see you. A-are you okay? Are your back and your knees throbbing again like before?" he murmured.
I noticed a slight softening in Sergio's expression. His throat bobbed.
"Of course I'm here," he said hoarsely. "I should have been here sooner. And you, silly boy… you shouldn't be worried about me. You should be more worried about yourself. What do you think of your grandpa? I can still walk—and even run—just to see you."
"H-hehe…" Cairo chuckled faintly, a small, tired sound that made my chest tighten.
"Hey, young man, don't chuckle... did you know you made us all worried?" Sylvester said gently.
