He was only trying to survive the meeting so he could leave without messing things up, because he had been on edge the entire time, holding himself back and together.
He had managed not to stare at Lord Jethro, no matter how much he wanted to.
He had been wondering if Marsel had really gotten rid of the mark because nothing had changed.
The way he was feeling toward Lord Jethro, he still felt it.
Maybe Marsel hadn't gotten rid of the mark, but how was that even possible? Grey himself had felt it get erased, so definitely this wasn't about the mark.
This was about him having real feelings for Lord Jethro.
How could he fall in love with someone like him? Did he wish himself a pathetic life where he was going to live with an unrequited love?
He watched as Lord Jethro's fingers tightened into a fist, as if he were holding himself together from saying something, as if he were waiting for Grey to explain what that call had been about.
