"..."
Alaric remained strangely silent to his words, prompting Damien to then take out a small piece of paper from his pocket.
"In two weeks' time, there will be an opportunity for us to make our move. Here's my contact information. If you need to discuss anything, or if you decide that your own life is worth more than some dogshit 'love', you can give me a call on this number."
Next, he extended the piece of paper in Alaric's direction, before adding in a subtle tone.
"...Both ways, since I can't force you to do anything, it'll be nice for me to know whether I'll end up having to do things alone when the time comes."
"I..."
With a shaky hand, Alaric accepted the piece of paper, while directing a blank gaze at Damien.
His lips visibly trembled a few times, ruminating over what he was about to say, before finally opening his mouth.
