Having potentially worried thoughts means:

he drops out of the trance.

He makes a noise of frustration.

Cerberus is looking around at Theo's room.

In that case, he tries mediating again.

Once again, same. The longer he stays, the more layers of meaning and detail he gets from the things around him. He knows Fly is under Windy, and both of them are under Moon. He knows Cerberus is under Sun. He sees... a connection, after a bit. A faint connection between the cards and himself, and a similar connection between Cerberus and himself.

Interesting. He keeps focusing.

For a while, it looks as if he's maxed out. No more details are forthcoming, and the cards are still there, moving every now and then, but otherwise dormant. A great peace falls on him, and if he's not asleep, that's only because he's aware.

And then there's—something. In the distance. Reminiscent of the two cards, dormant as well, but unrecognisable. Too far. Inactive.

He takes a while to actually respond properly, but opens his eyes.

"I think I saw the other card," he says to Cerberus.

Cerberus—

—is asleep on a cushion.

And snoring much more loudly than one would naively expect, given his size.

Oh.

Theo goes and gets some food, then back upstairs for a shower.

Still asleep.

He re-enters the room, notices Cerberus is still sleeping, and gets out his headphones to listen to some music. He might be able to meditate some more, but the music will probably distract him, so maybe he'll just fall asleep.

And the next morning:

"Goooooood moooorning Theeeeeoooo!"

"Ungh. Good morning, Cerberus," says Theo, a bit unintelligibly but quickly waking up.

"It's breakfast time! What's for breakfast? Can you bring me something?"

"Uhh... I was just gonna have cereal? What do you even eat? Besides, Dad's going to work today, so you won't have to hide up here all morning."

"Do you have something sweet?"

"Like what? A milkshake?" he asks.

"Yes! That's a great idea!"

"Okay. Wait here a minute; my dad should be gone in a sec," says Theo, and he goes downstairs to start on a milkshake.

Fortunately, his dad was just waiting for Theo to wake up before he left, and leaves.

Theo notices and waves him over. "Your milkshake's over there," he says, putting the ice cream way, then sits down and starts eating his cereal.

"Ooooh!" he says as he floats down towards it. He eyes the cup, taller than he is. "Is there a straw?"

"No?"

"...alright."

And he tips the cup over a bit so he can drink from it, and he's surprisingly strong for his size.

He's still shaped like a tiny stuffed bear, however, one without thumbs at that, so this goes predictably.

Theo sees the glass tip over, fall off the edge of the table, and start dropping.

Theo lunges for the glass, making his way out of his chair and across the table, grabbing the glass before it hits the ground.

Theo then slides across the floor a bit.