Damien sighed internally. Of course he'd look like that. Now, how am I supposed to handle this?
Fortunately, the situation resolved itself quickly—at least for the moment.
Elyon simply said, "Do not ask further here," and Caius had no choice but to comply, though it was clear Damien would be bombarded with questions later.
"For now, I understand the situation," Caius said, sitting stiffly on the sofa opposite them.
Elyon, however, made no effort to hide his possessiveness, leaning against Damien and touching him at every opportunity. As Damien recounted the recent events, Elyon clung to his arm, intertwined their fingers, and even let his hand wander dangerously close to Damien's inner thigh—sometimes stroking, sometimes guiding Damien's hand to do the same.
It got to the point where Elyon even tried to kiss him, prompting Damien to flick him on the forehead.
