What Do You Want From Me?

When Damien entered the guiding room, Lane was already there, sitting on the couch, tapping his fingers on the armrest impatiently. He was instantly taken aback. The fact that Lane was the first to arrive was already surprising enough, but the tense mood hanging in the air…

Damien most certainly didn't expect this sort of tension. Sexual tension, yes, maybe, that would be understandable, considering their last encounter… But Lane's face was darkened with a frown. He wasn't even trying to fake calmness or smile, as he tended to frequently do.

"Good afternoon?" Damien said after a moment, in an uncharacteristically unsure tone, closing the door behind himself. "Is something the matter?"

"Well, I don't know, you tell me?" Lane scoffed.

Damien, however, only furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Do you genuinely not know? Or did you simply think I wouldn't find out?" Lane twisted his lips in a mocking smile. "We did talk about it last time, didn't we?"