"What do you want to do, Henri?" Jacques asked him.
Hugo leaned on the railing at the back patio looking over at Jacques spot. He was standing beside him, facing their ground as the servers cleaning the table knew not to interrupt them.
He shrugged, eyes glued to his figure. Why does he always look so weak? Acting so oblivious when Hugo had known he is very perceptive? He hesitated to answer, not really wanting to open his mouth. Even when he knew he could get caught, he still pushed for the switch.
Because once again, Henri nearly messed up and nearly made a fool not just of himself but for the three of them. He nearly messed up and he saw how willing he is to fuck things up. He cannot have that right now and not ever.
