Lake rarely cried, it showed Davian just how much he had been affected by his absence. At this point, it would have been better to take the Omega along with him on his business trip.
"I won't." Davian said simply, meaning every word.
He had wanted to be useful to Lake and take some of the burden of running the Mafia House off his shoulders but clearly all he needed to do was stay by his side.
Lake looked pale, his eyes sunken. Davian didn't like the sickly look Lake sported, his hands gently wiping away his tears.
"Do you still feel nauseous?"
Lake held his wrists and leaned into his palm, the Omega looked frail right then, it made Davian's middle churn with worry.
"Not anymore," Lake said with a sniffle. "I'm hungry."
"Want me to cook you something?" Davian indulged.