They stared at one another, and then, ever so slowly, Lyric shook his head, and the waves of relief washed over Roland. Lyric wasn’t scared of him, thank f**k. He wouldn’t know what he would have done if Lyric had been upset, probably spent so long trying to make it up to him, giving him reasons not to fear him. It was the last thing he wanted.
“Why are you wearing Creed’s sweater?” Roland asked, tilting his head as he removed his shirt and slipped into his black pyjama.
When he turned to look at Lyric, he had already left. Roland sighed as he slipped into his pants and walked out.
Down in the living room, AHS had been wholly abandoned, and they had moved some of the furniture around and were all sitting in a circle; even Elena and Victor were here; he wasn’t even sure when they had ap
