Lucian’s hand stayed frozen in the air, his fingers still hovering over the glass. His eyes were fixed on it, but his mind was far away. .
Damien stayed quiet for a bit, watching him, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back in his chair, his glass of water resting against his knee, and let out a slow breath.
“Okay,” Damien said at last, breaking the quiet. His tone was easy, not pushing. “You don’t have to say anything. I get it.” He muttered, loud enough for Lucian to hear him.
Lucian didn’t move, still staring at the glass like it held answers that he didn’t want to face.
Damien gave a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s funny though. I ask one little question and you go all statue on me.”
Lucian’s jaw tightened just a bit, but still no words
