It was well past midnight.
The lights in the restaurant were dimmed to a warm, golden glow. Soft jazz played faintly in the background. Expensive wine and plates of delicacies sat in front of them on the table set for two.
They were in one of Dex's most exclusive Italian restaurant.
The doctor’s visit had been quick, Dex had literally dragged him there, though Elian didn't fight him. Now, fresh white bandages peeked out from under the sleeves of Elian’s black shirt as they sat across from each other in the empty restaurant.
Dex took slow sips of his wine, looking at Elian, who hadn’t touched his food.
He stared at the glass of red wine instead, holding it lightly. Dex, on the other hand, ate slowly while watching him like a hawk.
“You should eat,” Dex finally said, breaking the heav
