[Adrian's POV]
He knew all Johan's previous 'I love you's' were forced—an obligatory reply to the hopeless appeal of his greedy heart. But the one time Adrian heard the earnest words from his usual cold, distant voice, he almost didn't want to let go.
'I'm doing this because I love you that much.'
Adrian looked up the bus's window where Johan held his stare. He raised a hand to wave goodbye, resisting the urge to run after the moving vehicle. Johan misted the glass with his breath, blurring his vision of him before he drew a heart that made Adrian took a step forward.
For a split second, an image of a nameless boy looking at him through a car's window flickered in his memory, waving a tiny hand goodbye, never to be seen again.
A buzz on his groin made him stop on his tracks. And Adrian grabbed his phone that he inserted in his brief's garter to answer the call. "Han?"
