"Convenient," Damien slowly repeated. Each syllable seemed to drag endlessly, and turn into tiny needles penetrating Lane's heart.
Yes, casual flings were convenient. Lane himself had said so. And it's not like he suddenly changed his mind. Why would he? He had way too many secrets - with his abilities, his connection to the Allens, then being a Boss of a secret organization located in the Forbidden Zones, and everything that came with it - to be able to comfortably allow himself to form a deeper connection with anyone. And not like he needed it anyway. He was fine just the way things were…
So why should he feel bothered by his own words? He should play it off cool, as usual, and dismiss the topic…
Before he managed to do so though, Damien spoke again. "I suppose it must be so. With your ability… Since you wanted to keep it a secret, it's understandable you were reluctant to form attachments."
"Ugh, ye-yeah…" Lane muttered, his thoughts still in complete disarray.
