Fine mist clung to the glass. Damian’s eyes seemed to savor the rhythmic slide of the water droplets, while Adrian remained occupied with studying his friend’s face. The unmoved line of his lips, the steady breath, and eyes that were far too difficult for anyone who didn't know him intimately to read.
“I had hoped you wouldn't go too far this time,” Adrian remarked.
Damian sipped his coffee slowly. “Too far is relative,” he finally replied. “Our perspectives might differ on that.”
Adrian let out a slow, heavy breath. “You’re doing it again, Damian.”
“Doing what?” Damian feigned ignorance.
“Playing with people’s lives as if they were just a game,” Adrian said in a low, pressured voice. “You always think you can dictate when someone breathes and when they stop.”
Damian merely offered a
