Valentine shrugged.
"Your behavior and words."
"Meaning?" Draven questioned.
Valentine relaxed on the swing and crossed his slender legs. "We were a bit closer to each other when we were little, remember? You are extremely distant now."
"Do you know that this is the only proper conversation you and I have ever had in so many years?"
Draven did not reply.
Valentine could not make out what he was thinking. There was no expression on his face, and therefore, he could not tell if he was processing, annoyed, or maybe a bit vexed by his statement. He could only pinch his forehead.
"What was I even thinking? It's obvious you would not talk. Ah, it is starting to get so annoying. What have I ever done to you?" he asked. He didn't like it at all and he wanted an answer. He wanted to know why Draven became so distant.
