Chapter 67

Afterward, the hotel room reminded Seven of a domain, with how it was precisely set up and how sparse the room looked, impersonalized. Strangely, it made him feel less nervous about being outside the Cerebrum. It seemed like the inside of his own head, blank. Seven frowned and turned to Fox, hoping for a distraction from his thoughts.

Right now, he was thinking that after all this, why would Fox still want anything to do with him? Now that he was here, IRL, he was just a broken, empty shell of a person. He finally had a name, but what was the name Etienne Levesque when he didn’t remember who that was? What had Fox found attractive about him in the first place?

Seven looked shyly at the man sitting so casually on the bed, appearing so effortlessly beautiful. What would such a man want with him, with his unused body and fractured mind?

Seeming to know what he was thinking, Fox turned to him and opened his arms.