"It's just my style, Leo, and this conversation is finished." I moved toward the door, toward the gap between him and the doorframe that was just wide enough to exit through without having to ask him to move.
His hand came up and rested against the doorframe, not blocking me he wasn't blocking me, I understood that, the arm was not a barrier but present.
"Did your brother do that to you?" he asked. Not a question. Very quiet. The quietest I'd ever heard his voice.
The bathroom light hummed. Somewhere below us the party continued its distant, warm, indifferent life.
I didn't confirm it. I didn't deny it.
"Our relationship is fake," I said. "You know that. I know that. We made the terms and we agreed to them and this..." My voice was still steady. I needed it to be steady. "This is out
