Within the confines of the commander's office, he sat sluggish, leaning forward and resting on the desk. For once, his always neat blond that was always slicked back, fell freely over his face—dark circles that marked his fatigue evidently clear over his eyes.
"Ugh, what kind of paperwork keeps coming in?" He sighed, tilting his head to the side on the table.
It had been a day since Seiya was brought in, and the commander hadn't once gone to see him since Kaeliyus left. Because the commander was uncomfortable with the young boy that was brought into his care, clueless how to act with him, he instead busied himself with work, and avoided going to his room—not even sleeping.
Except for always asking his assistant to bring Seiya food, and warning him not to be rude toward him, he hadn't done anything else.
"Am I being a neglecting parent like this?" He sighed once more, gently tapping his forehead on the desk.
