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It was noon when they woke up. Damian had done the pleasure of yelling at them until they woke up and left soon after. And they were now lounging around the room. Max, however, didn’t leave his bed. “Where’s Helios?” Max asked, looking at them, his eyes heavy with sleep. “I don’t know,” Oliver snapped. “God, I f*****g hate Helios. I wish he would just leave us alone. We don’t like him. I don’t know how obvious I can be about it. You’d think he’d take the f*****g hint but no.” “Oh.” All eyes snapped over to Helios, standing in the doorway. He was still in those blue pyjamas; Oliver looked over at Max, who glared at Oliver as Helios cleared his throat a little. “Max,” he said, his voice still broke. “Can I talk to you outside?” When the two brothers left the room, they closed the door