Denver walked in with a pouty face and puffed-up eyes, clearly having been crying. "Brother Dorian, please can I have my phone back? Stop making me go through a lot for it."
Dorian, who was holding Denver's phone, glanced at him with a mischievous grin. "No, you're not getting it back," he said teasingly.
"Why? Really, why?" Denver asked, his frustration evident.
Dorian shrugged, still holding the phone. "Because I can make any decision I want. Besides, I'm getting you a new phone."
Denver's thoughts raced. Why was Dorian so adamant about keeping his phone? This wasn't really Dorian's phone; it was his.
First of all, Red's phone number was saved in it, and Denver suspected Dorian didn't want them to be in touch.
Dorian on his own part, couldn't give it back to Denver, not for anything. It was for his own selfish reasons. Especially the picture of him and Red in the bathroom. He hadn't deleted it yet and he didn't plan to.
