The whole morning they spent together, they barely said a word to each other.
Yuliang could barely look the man in the eye after everything, and once the precedent of silence had been set, it was almost impossible to end it.
Fuck, Yuliang had never felt so awkward in his life. This was coming from someone that sometimes had to see people's privates for a living.
Breakfast was taken in silence, and after that, they parted wordlessly as well. Though there was a second where it looked like Lorcan had been about to finally say something.
Not that it mattered in the end, since he didn't.
Now Yuliang was alone in his apartment, laying on the couch, staring up blankly at the ceiling, wondering why the fuck he was so fucking awkward.