Marino walked his way back to their room.
He only got up for a drink. While he walked back, he heard muffled music from one of the rooms he passed by. He slowly walked up to the door and opened it. The music he heard became clearer. It was classical music playing at a reasonable volume. Soma sat in the middle as he glided a paintbrush through a canvas. Marino stared at what he painted.
It was full of blues, yet nothing was too light and bright and nothing was too dark and grayed. It had soft, light yellow circles in the middle. The stars near the top of the painting had that same yellow coloring. All the blues spiraled into the night sky he painted. Soma was moving his hand in the direction of the spiral as he added some yellow under the yellow orbs. Marino could only guess the yellows were meant to be fireflies.
Marino came closer to Soma. He stood beside him as he continued to paint. He looked down at his dear brother.
"It is a beautiful piece of work so far," Marino complimented.
Soma jumped before he looked up at him. The paintbrush nearly flew out of his hand, however his grip was firm enough to keep it there.
"Oh uh, thank you, Marino." Soma responded.
Marino bent down. "You should get some sleep. It is five in the morning."
"What about you?" He threw back.
"I merely got up for water."
He took the brush from Soma's hand and laid it down on the palette without having it touch any of the paints. He then picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. Marino then walked to the door. Soma reached out as he tried to escape.
"But I'm not done yet! I can't let my motivation run out!" Soma protested.
"You will have plenty of time to finish it later." He argued. "What is important right now is that you get some sleep. You cannot keep doing this."
He looked at Marino. "Hey, when motivation and inspiration hit, I can't just ignore it."
"I'm not saying to ignore it. All I am saying is that you need to know when to draw and when to stop and get some rest."
"Right now's not it though!"
"It is."
The doors to their room opened up.
"But I can't let it be unfinished!" He whisper-yelled. "Do you know how much that bugs me?"
"And do you know how much it bugs me whenever I see you are staying up late at night to do these things when you need the rest?" Marino questioned back.
Soma opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Marino smirked; he knew it was at times like this that he won the argument. He laid him down in his bed and threw the blanket over him. He bent down to his eye-level.
"I know it is hard to sleep at times, but I'm only looking out for you just as we look out for the others. We have to take care of ourselves too, especially if we were to take care of everyone else in this family."
He sighed as he looked at the pillow under his head.
"Fine, I'll sleep, Mar." Soma surrendered. "But the minute I wake up, I'm getting back to that painting."
"I do not doubt it." Marino stood up. "Just as long as you get the sleep you need. Goodnight, Soma."
Marino got back to his own bed and lied down. His hands rested on his stomach as he closed his eyes. Soma turned around, trying to make himself comfortable.
"...Goodnight, Marino."
