Before Tristan could read the article itself, Nelson noticed Tristan hovering over him (ONLY because Tristan wasn't trying to hide).
With a gasp, he pressed the smartphone's screen to his chest, hiding it.
Tristan frowned.
"Nel? You look like a deer in headlights who just saw a ghost of his future self."
The other man bit his lip. Tristan didn't need to have 923 points in observation skill to know that Nelson was extremely nervous.
"I… That's… Shit!" Nel groaned in his palms, squishing his phone to his face with the movement. "It's not true. They told a bunch of slander about it! I… I thought I wasn't famous enough that anyone bothered to slander me, ha-ha-ha… And what will Mr. Writfield say?"
Tristan scowled, putting two and two together.
A man's parents, telling slander about their child instead of supporting them?
Worth a punch to the face.
