ANGELOS POV.
We were only a couple of hours into our flight back to New York.
I was always thankful for Mercury, sure.
But I was even more grateful that she was a quick learner.
She was obviously bored and trying her best not to fall asleep, so I taught her how to run some business numbers.
It occupied her and took a work load off of me.
So she sat there, in one of my old hoodies and my old pair of classes, calculating how much we would make in the next two months and what we've made in the past three.
She definitely looked like mine.
"How is she just-sitting there and-working?" Gino and I were both watching her.
"I have no idea."
"She doesn't even look bored."
"I know."
"Do you think she's confused?"
"Not even a little bit."
"We should probably stop staring."
"Probably." I agreed as we continued to stare at her.
It was only the three of us, so there was no one there to take our attention off of her.
"Staring is making it harder for me to concentrate." She looked up at the both of us.
"Are you even human?"
"I'm within my own right."
Mercury rolled her eyes. "Shameless."
By the time the next hour had passed, my brother was passed out while my daughter struggled to stay awake.
A moment after her eyes closed, they would jolt back open again.
I was tired of watching her struggle.
"What are you doing?" She bounced back from dozing off yet again.
Oh for the love of-
"I'm not done working out the numbers yet." She protested as I closed the laptop.
"Go to sleep love, my god. You need rest."
"No, I'm fine."
"Mercury, you haven't been sleeping much as it is." I tried.
"I don't want to. I don't want to see him again."
"I know you don't. I don't want you to see him again either. I'll be here, I'm not going anywhere." I slid off her glasses.
"You can't fight an imaginary man."
"I beg to differ."
Eventually, she fell asleep.
It wasn't long after before I closed my eyes too.
I was sleeping fairly deeply, so I had no idea how long it was before I woke up to see Mercury staring at an empty seat.
She had the same look in her eye when I first saw this actually happening.
"Do you see him?" I asked.
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