RORY
I get a taste of my own medicine not up to fifteen minutes later when I’m going to grab drinks from the cooler which, coincidentally, happens to be close to where Carter is sitting.
Ever since Andrew took that shot off my body, I haven’t been able to look Carter in the eye. He’d stormed off at some point during the act which is why I hadn’t seen him right after, but when he’d stepped back out, I’d allowed myself only one look at his face to gauge his reaction before I’d hastily looked away again.
His face had been set in that carefully neutral mask, the one he uses to mislead people into believing he’s indifferent to a lot of things.
Unfortunately for him, I know better. And I know what I did had affected him so much, he’d had to leave the room.
Except that shame has made it
