"…What are we even doing right now, Kenneth? What is it that you want? You agreed to become my pair, didn't you? So why the cold shoulder? If it's because of the other day, then I apologize. I didn't mean to get so pushy." His voice was laced with helplessness.
Kenneth felt a stab in his stomach. Shit, what am I doing? Why am I being so damn difficult? This isn't like me, none of this is like me?
Why do I feel both angry and sad when I look at him? Why do I feel like choking the living hell out of him and want to wrap him in my arms? This is fucked.
A tsunami was forming inside Kenneth's head, but he kept a calm demeanour on the outside. He knew Lucien wasn't the only one in the wrong. The corner of his mouth moved as he averted his gaze, staring at the windows that reflected the courtyard outside.
His face pinched. "I'm sorry for the way I acted the other day—"
