Giovanni glanced up from his seat at the kitchen table to find Silver standing in the doorway. “You should be in bed. It’s late.”
“You’re still awake,” the little red-haired boy pointed out, yawning and rubbing one eye with his free hand; in the other he held a big stuffed Charizard.
“I’m an adult. I’m allowed to stay up late.”
Silver shuffled quietly into the room. “Then I want to pretend I’m an adult too.” He stood on his tiptoes and craned his neck, trying to peer over the top of the high table. “What are you doing?”
“I have a lot of paperwork I need to finish. Now go back to bed.” Giovanni returned his attention to his pen and resumed writing.
Silver stood there for a moment, wringing his hands. Then he turned and began dragging another stool over with loud scraping noises. “What’s paperwork? Can I do it with you?” He clambered eagerly onto th