Freya was honestly about to applaud Mordeu's ability to peel the attention off himself. She could not help but marvel at him. The only thing she found greatly upsetting was the fact that he did not care who he dragged down just because he hated the attention, and most times, the person he dragged down was none other than the poor man who everybody was busy staring at.
Cillian gulped, he looked around but could not evade Mordeu's gaze. He cared not for the others; they all knew that he liked people like him. But Mordeu, he just guessed his feelings for him, and so Cillian was unable to speak.
He could've just easily lied, denied everything, but the man's eyes pinned on him with inquisition in his gaze were too overwhelming.
He wondered whence the idea originated.
In actuality, Mordeu had just simply guessed. His head had been filled with the argument, but suddenly a realization dawned on him.
