Lucian leaned against the hood, arms folded. His muscles were tight with frustration. Damien lit a cigarette and placed it in between Lucian's lips.
"You really wanted to see him tonight, huh?”
Lucian stared into the night. “I needed to.” He exhaled smoke.
“You were going to confront him?”
“No. I was going to look him in the eye. That’s all. Sometimes that’s enough.”
“You’ve been different ever since Georgia started getting involved again.”
Lucian didn’t reply.
“She’s messing with your balance,” Damien added.
“I’ve never been balanced,” Lucian muttered.
They stood in silence for a while, the noise of the party fading into background static. Lucian’s fists remained clenched.
“Are you going back to your place?”
Lucian nodded slowly, flicking the ash aside.
“Yeah. I need the wat
