Chapter 19: Mittelt’s Feelings and AI from the 3K Era (1)
"There you go, rest well."
In a simple room, Sanguinius slowly laid Mittelt down on a rudimentary bed.
'I hope she's not too embarrassed.'
Sanguinius wasn't an idiot. He understood perfectly that Mittelt had spent an "energetic" day with her friends.
It had ended up leading her to drunkenness, and she had tried to hide this shameful facet of herself, without success.
So, he hadn't mentioned anything on the way back.
Both had simply enjoyed a comfortable silence.
"No... don't leave me again."
As he was leaving the exhausted girl's bedside, Sanguinius felt a slight pressure gripping his clothes.
The force wasn't great, but terribly hesitant.
Yet, it carried the weight of all the courage contained in that small body lying on the bed.