It's a song his mother used to sing to Louisa and him before bed from so, so long ago.
The heat in his face slowly recedes into nothingness as he continues to work - quite deliberately not looking in the star's direction - to clean the room.
For a small room, it certainly seems bigger when one takes the messes into account.
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It's a song his mother used to sing to Louisa and him before bed from so, so long ago.
The heat in his face slowly recedes into nothingness as he continues to work - quite deliberately not looking in the star's direction - to clean the room.
For a small room, it certainly seems bigger when one takes the messes into account.