Ferris Wheel In The Vagary

Chapter IV

"You'll be staying in this room!" Mathieu pushed through the door, revealing a big room for Jayus to see. The room itself was spacious even without the furniture that came along with it. On one side of the room came a closet with its own full size mirror, on another side came with a desk and a drawer. Fluffy pillows and thick blankets were neatly folded on the bed, as if prepared diligently just for Jayus' arrival. It was the perfect room just for him. Even the closet had clothes stored in them, along with the shoes to match. Jayus couldn't believe it. It didn't seem long ago that his house had burned down from a party along with all his belongings but he gained a place to call his own overnight. As if a genie only had to snap his fingers to grant his wish in a blink of an eye. Mathieu stood by the door as Jayus walked around the room in awe. Calloused fingers lingered on the wooden desk as he grazed the hard surface with distracted eyes. In his old home, he neither had old nor new stuff. He never bought any new furniture, he couldn't. Everything in his home always looked brand new, and they were functional too, so he never found a reason to replace them. When he outgrew his old bed, he only needed to move into his parents room for more space. When he needed a desk, his father's office provided the right environment for his studies. And if he ever needed any room for his hobbies, Jayus was free to choose from any room he liked. Even so, the dust that settled over time could not occupy the space unneeded for a home with only one man.

Mathieu watched the younger man walk around the room with anticipation as he folded his hands on his hips, looking somewhat proud at how Jayus' bedroom had turned out. He waited for Jayus to make comment about the room, whether he wanted things to be changed, room was too bright. Lights needed to be dimmed out, the window was too small, or the closet wasn't filled to the brim. What he expected to be a full on commentary was only met with silent satisfaction.

"So what do you think?" He finally asked after a few moments of silence. Jayus merely sat on the bed, the mattress giving way to his weight only to bounce back into its original form.
"It's not so different from my room. I like it," came his short answer. For what it's worth, Jayus had always been short with words. But he did speak louder through his actions, and it showed when he got physical in his break up with his now ex, Xan.

Mathieu nodded in relief. "That's good. My son actually took matters in preparing this room just for you. I had no idea what plans he had, so I could only trust him with this project. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear you say that!"

No wonder this room didn't feel much different from his. Someone around the same age as him had took it upon himself to arrange this room. That made sense. Jayus at the desk in the room, it's little shelf lined with random fidget toys. Coincidentally enough, Jayus had a number of fidget toys himself back in his burned down home. They always helped him think clearly. The feeling of keeping his hands busy stopped him from picking on his nails. He smiled at his godfather, an overwhelming sense of gratefulness he could never utter put, bubbled in his chest.
"I'll be sure to thank him personally once I meet him," Jayus said, "Thank you for bailing me out of jail." He added, sheepishly.

"Of course, it's what godfathers do!" Mathieu said. Jayus wasn't so sure about that. But his godfather had went out of his way to take him in after so long, what a huge surprise. Yet his parents couldn't even manage to see him and check how he was doing after all this time. There was no way to excuse that now. Mathieu Criss-Casimir is a friend of his parents, perhaps he had an idea why his parents were away for so long. For the last fourteen years, Jayus had no way of contacting his parents, no way to see how they were doing at all. The only confirmation he got to know they were still alive were the business posts he'd see where they'd be tagged in. Jayus couldn't even reach out to them through those platforms because they'd always be privated accounts. But his godfather was here now. His one link to contacting his parents. At the very least, all he wanted was closure.
Jayus had so many questions, he didn't know where to start. What does he even say? Should he just blatantly ask it? What if he gets offended by the question?

Before Jayus could speak, a knock on the door interrupted his train of thought and his eyes immediately went to see a person standing by the door. A young man stood by it, his knuckles still hovered by the door as he knocked. He wore a black turtleneck underneath a white collared blouse while also sporting some black plants and some leather shoes. His dark blue eyes hid behind silver framed glasses as a thin silver chain hung from it. His long black hair, which looked oddly akin to Mathieu's without the graying hair, had been carelessly tied back to a low ponytail. This man scanned the room, his eyes landing on Mathieu who stood closest to the door. Then his eyes landed on Jayus, and something flickered within those blue eyes. He opened his mouth agape before closing it when he found no words to speak. Jayus found no words to speak either, as if he had been struck with lightning, rendering him stunned. A feeling he couldn't quite place began to bubble inside.

Mathieu had been the only one who seemed eager to see this young man as he draped an arm around his shoulders, dragging him in the room to stand in front of Jayus. Feeling quite awkward of being the only person sitting down, Jayus stood up as the two came near him. Jayus knew from afar that this young man had style but as soon as they got closer, Jayus could make out the tiniest details on his face. A tiny mole adorned his neck, just hovering above his clothes and another one lay on the side of his head, right next to his ear. Admittedly, this man is gorgeous.

"Jayus, I'd like you to meet my son, Hera." Mathieu patted his son's chest as he spoke, unlimited glee ever so gushing from his voice. "Hera, I'd like you to meet Jayus. He's the one that'll be staying with us!"