He knew Rolo was a light sleeper, well he had to be. He was an assassin after all. Deep down he was disgusted how he claim Nunnally’s room as his own. Why did Rolo want to be Lelouch’s little brother so badly? Sometimes he wondered if the boy ever even dreamed, if he did Lelouch knew it was probably nightmares. Even if he was using Rolo, he felt protected with him, he always got him out of sticky situations.
Anything he needed? No, he didn’t want anything from Rolo other than help him get Nunnally back. He noticed Rolo staring at him, but he just ignored it. “No, other than spend time with my little brother.” He was so used to lying to people, it became so easily whenever he talked or was around Rolo. He sat down by his desk and put a small smile on his face. “Well, if you’re not busy this morning perhaps I could cook you some breakfast?” Lelouch may lack physical strength, but there were many things he was good at like, domestic household stuff. “Get dress, don’t worry if you want, I can wait outside your door.”
Rolo blinked as Lelouch sat at his desk and smiled at him. He really loved the feeling of his brother dotting on him. No one else had ever done that for him. Not that he’d ever actually needed to be coddled; he had no trouble taking care of himself, and that was a proven fact. What other kid his age was a trained assassin in the government? He hadn’t been doing such a good job with the government part anymore… not since he teamed up with Lelouch. Still, he liked when Lelouch cared about him.
"I’m not busy at all!" He said, almost too eagerly. All he’d had planned was some training and then sitting in the control room until Viletta came down, so he could convince her that Lelouch hadn’t remembered anything. But, he didn’t really need to do that. He could just meet up with her later on in the day anyways. “Yeah, I’d like that! I can help if you want!”
Getting dressed? “U - Uh, no, it’s fine.” Siblings could change in front of each other, right? It wasn’t like he had anything particular to be ashamed of… He pushed himself out of bed and walked over to his closet, then looked through the clothes. It was the weekend, so he didn’t need to wear his uniform. Rolo pulled out a pair of blue shorts and a black t-shirt, “is this okay?”