Chapter 49: The Weight of Choices
The morning light crept lazily through the curtains…
Raphael was sitting at the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, staring at his phone as if willing it to give him answers.
Riot was seated across from him, lazily sipping from a steaming mug of coffee, watching Raphael with the patience of a man who had seen too much.
"You're brooding," Riot finally said, setting his mug down with a soft clink. "You're always brooding. Have you considered picking up a hobby? Maybe knitting?"
Raphael barely glanced up. "Knitting doesn't get rid of problems."
"Neither does sitting there like a guy who just lost a staring contest with his own phone."
Raphael sighed and shoved the device into his pocket. "I have a fight on Friday. Coach is already on my ass about it. And…"
"And?" Riot prompted, raising a brow.
Raphael hesitated.
