Trust me Syaoran, nothing bad will happen here okay?
Syaoan nodded, though doubted the thought. Nothing good had happened in the past until Fujitaka came...why would nothing bad not happen now?
He peered out the window, his eyes full of curiousity as he looked at Germany's dark night streets.
After a while, he rubbed his eyes, tiredness overcoming him. Seeing his father asleep, he laid his head upon Fujitaka's lap, breathing in content as he slowly dozed off.