Blake turned around.
He saw Dylan wiping his hands elegantly while leaning against the sink. He looked at Blake lazily. "Not tall enough?"
Blake held his head high. He was no match for Dylan in terms of height, but he wouldn't allow Dylan to look down on him.
"I don't want to pee." He couldn't possibly admit that he wasn't tall enough to use the urinal, especially not in front of this heartless man.
Dylan threw the tissue away and glanced at Blake. "Are you sure you don't need my help?"
"I don't need it," Blake said firmly.
"Fine, then." Dylan rolled his sleeves up and stuck a hand in his pocket. He glanced at the urinals, then at Blake. "You're a headstrong one."
Blake pursed his lips tightly, sweat beading on his forehead as he trembled.
He couldn't hold it in any longer.
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