When he reached the door he froze.

In front of him stood Roman, a bottle of red wine and some glasses sitting on the counter in front of him, along with three plates, forks and knives.

He stared blankly at his older brother for what felt like hours before turning around, ready to bolt, but before he had made a single step, Roman spoke up.

"Don't run off like that!" he shouted as he turned around and hurriedly rushed to catch up with the younger man.

"Sorry…"

He mumbled quietly to himself as he stepped forward and grabbed hold of his wrist tightly.

"Celine told me that you didn't sleep...