Adam watched Desmond clutch his chest. Lips contorted, and purple eyes flickering between fearful hope and despair, Desmond kept his trembling finger pointed at him, as if it could compel him to answer.
"A true friend?" Adam let out a teasing chuckle. "What's next, a love confession? Sorry, I'm engaged—to a girl. But hey, to each their own preferences."
Desmond choked on his breath, his face burning. "What?! No! How did you jump to weird conclusions? I love girls too!" He swung his palm between them, his nose scrunching, then realised Adam hadn't answered. Or perhaps this had been an answer, just not the clear no he had feared, but a no nevertheless.
As he slumped to the ground, face lowered and shoulders slumped, Adam sighed.
