Gean and Mike went out of the building together half an hour later, after they’d finished their discussion.
Killian was leaning against the car, smoking. He looked somehow troubled, and Mike wanted to take him in his arms.
Perhaps he had been worried about Gean’s decision, and it was ridiculous of Mike to think Killian might have been worried for him, but nevertheless
Mike’s hands were shaking with the need to tell him that Gean had agreed, then grab him and kiss him deeply.
But he couldn’t.
So he kept walking. The moment they showed up, Killian stubbed his cigarette out, and nodded.
“Hey, Gean. “
“Killian. “
They still shook hands, because as it had become clear earlier and when Mike and Gean were still inside, Mike had assured Gean Killian knew nothing about it.
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