Reptile - Janus Angst

Chapter Twelve

Logan and Thomas were sat in the living room, looking through books Logan had brought up from his room in the hopes they could find any kind of information or clues.

Logan bit his nail as he scanned a page.

"This isn't looking very promising," he muttered. "Anything yet, Thomas?"

Thomas shook his head and sighed as he put another book onto his slowly growing pile.

"Nothing so far," he said. "How we can have gone through all of these books and still found nothing?!" he asked with frustration.

Logan smiled at him.

"Research takes time," he said simply as he flicked to the next page of his book.

Thomas rested his chin on his hands and blew a stray hair out of his eyes.

"Yeah, but I'd rather it took less time. Janus locked himself away from us for five days over this so I just want to help him as soon as we can," he ranted.

Logan looked at him with not unkind eyes. He then put down his book as it had, just like all the others he'd read, held no useful information for their situation.

"Would you like to take a short break?" he asked Thomas. "We have been at this for a while and a quick mental reset could be helpful."

Thomas nodded numbly and reached for the remote. He turned on the TV and went onto Netflix.

"What should we watch?" he asked Logan.

Logan shrugged and sat back on the sofa.

"I'm not too bothered."

Thomas flicked through his watch list before something drew his eye: Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts.

He hummed a little. He'd already watched it but why not?

He started episode one and the two sat back and watched.

Roman stared at Remus' door. He'd been doing this for five minutes: staring, raising his hand to knock, lowering it again.

He facepalmed and let out a frustrated groan.

Why was this so hard? All he had to do was thank Remus for his help and be done with it!

Was he scared? No, Remus was weird but not that terrifying.

Was it because their brotherly bond was so flimsy it was just about ready to snap? Yeah, that was probably it.

Finally sucking up the courage in a deep breath, Roman quickly tapped on Remus' door.

He waited for a moment. Nothing.

He tried again, knocking a little harder this time.

Still nothing.

"Maybe he's in the Imagination," Roman said to himself.

"Maybe who's in the Imagination?"

Roman spun around to see Remus standing very close to him. He backed up a little.

"Oh, er, no one. I just... just wanted to talk to you for a moment," he said with an attempt of a smile.

Remus' own crazy smile wavered for a split second, so fast that Roman almost missed it, but he quickly plastered it back on.

"Sure, RoRo, should we go inside?"

He tipped his head towards his door which Roman was pressed against.

Roman blinked at his brother. Since when had he given him the nickname RoRo?

"Umm, alright," Roman said quietly.