Flickering candlelight was the only illumination in the bedroom. Plush sheets were like a coveted embrace to Alois Trancy as sleep avoided him. His thoughts were relentless; he wished he was the strong, overpowering person his persona was. Perhaps if he smashed a teacup he would feel more at ease? He shook his head. That would just be avoidance.
Intense longing was eating away at Alois. He couldn't shake the image of the quiet and determinded Ciel Phantomhive. Why couldn't he stop thinking about him? It was not because he needed him; he had Claude. If that was true, then why was he searching for a strategy to strike his interest? He didn't want to be dependant or just a tool to Ciel; he wanted to be a meaningful...partner? Was that the word? It was different from a brother, he knew that.
As a light rain began to fall, Alois reached his conclusion. He yearned for Ciel to care for him, as someone who rarely showed love; perhaps it finally satisfy his need for affection.