In an instant, Damian's smile faltered. "I had a feeling that might not have worked." He gave a chuckle.
For the first time, someone persistently searched for the reason behind his mood.
After his fiancé's death, he found himself alone. He had no one to talk to, no one to vent his frustrations to, and therefore, he became so angry, it manifested itself in hatred.
He hated everyone, including himself, because if he hadn't, he would have come to understand his true desires, his needs, and his purpose in life.
But now he had Lance.
He didn't know how, but he managed to attract the attention of his superior, a man who should have been above him.
"You don't know me well enough to say that." Lance chuckled, reaching up and wiping away some of the water droplets covering Damien's face.
"Oh, come on! Look at your face; you're a mess!" Lance shook his head, chuckling.
