Knights Against the Night Part 25

Mars didn't know what had happened, but Beano had suddenly drawn away.

He didn't know what had caused it, Mars hadn't noticed at first.

He was suddenly busy, dozens of toys pouring time into him, into his health, into his well being.

And Beano had turned away.

He didn't know when it had happened.

It was as if they had suddenly as twice as much time to spend on him.

Beano had retreated. Spending his time looking over dusty reports, studying old texts, doing some sort of research he didn't want to share.

"What is up with you lately?" He asked, not expecting an answer.

Beano looked up, "I've been thinking of moving out." He said. Too calm. Too collected.

"What?" Mars scheercched, jumping and clutching at the mouse.

"I was thinking it would be a good idea to get my own space." Beano repeated slowly.

"But why? I thought..."

Beano looked away. "I don't think this is fun anymore."

Mars forced himself to calm down.

"Please Beano. What's wrong?"

"I have no future. I'm holding you back." Beano replied, pulling himself out of his grip.

"No. Never. Who told you that?"  Mars denied.

"I can see it. Everyone can see it. Everyone but you." Beano hissed.

"No. Beano, no. I don't care what everyone else thinks."

Beano's eyes narrowed. "This is for your own good." He walked away.

"Beano?"