It was night and a thin layer of gray clouds formed a cloak that kept the stars from observing the human world. Who watched , instead, was Peter. Shrunk and hooded, he positioned himself squatting on a tiny piece of railing . The window he was leaning against was just beside Leo's. Generally, Pete did not get that close, even with his face covered by a bandana and dressed in black, as he was now, but for some reason, that night the winds brought him the feeling that something was about to happen. He just did not know if such a thing would be good or bad. He cowered even closer against the wall as he watched the other young Tsuki walk out the door to take out the trash. If others could see him like that certainly would call him crazy, but what could he do? He trusted his instincts and, moreover, was eager to accompany them so up close. It was almost as if he was one of them. Looking out the window beside him with the corner of his hazel eyes, he could only see the silhouette of his protegee, some traces of her hair, the movement of her hands. She was standing in front of the mirror, but he could not see the image reflected in it, he was not close enough. Pete sighed and looked up as if whispering<span style="font-style: italic"> sorry. </span>