There were mixed emotions in the white-haired Variant.

The first, held to prominence, was to check on his sibling. Nigredo, uncharacteristically or simply holding to an older characteristic instead, was still sleeping, and it took some mental prodding from Albedo to get a response. Enough of one for the boy to determine his brother's health and state, and Albedo let Nigredo fall back to sleep after promising to meet up later on.

And that, as they say, was that. The other things were a mixed and myriad bag--the presence of Yomi, Nigredo's constant jaunts to the basement, Landel's sweet little deal.... A bit too much to be thought about now, at least, and Albedo, with no brother to say otherwise, fell to the apathy he had held the night before. The sun room was as far as he would go, and he settled into a couch by himself. Everything was put on hold until he could see Nigredo, and even if he understood that was a weakness of self, there was very little he would do about it. Again, too much had happened. He would hold to the one constant in his life before moving forward.

[ Klavier! ]