Tim stared at the two of them, eyes alternating between Hugo and Alain, his index finger runs across the mug on the table. No one is talking as they stared to one another. Weighing, calculating, and thinking.
While Hugo had on his lawyer face, the grim expression as he mercilessly think of things, not bothering to hide his distaste when a particular bad thought came into mind. His hand was holding a fork between his fingers. Even though his shoulders were relaxed, Tim can notice the heavy weight of what he asked of them.
And he knew he's contemplating. Because if he so claims to stand with the Elroy name, he is still his twin brother. They grew up, sure. But there's still the person somewhere inside him that Tim grew up with. And as bad as it sounds, it is what he targeted.
