Life was not about winning or losing. As long as the person was happy, then that was all that mattered. But, by Abel's peeved expression, he was definitely losing at the moment... and the people cramped inside the tiny space in the carriage only had one thing in mind: he would throw a tantrum.
Inside the carriage was Abel with his leg resting over the other and his arms folded under his chest. Across from him was his beloved wife, Aries, smiling awkwardly at him, and then Dexter, who was sitting beside her. Conan, on the other hand, sat beside Abel and was observing the latter from the corner of his eyes.
The carriage Dexter bought for Aries was comfortable enough for two people to travel in. Having the four of them inside and on a rocky road brought a minor discomfort, with their shoulders bumping into each other. But that wasn't the main source of this awkward air inside the carriage.
