Heinz was silent after Florian said it.
The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, but Florian didn't correct himself. He didn't panic. He let it linger.
Because he wanted to know.
He wanted to know what went through Heinz's mind—what his thought process was. Why had Heinz never once bothered to mention that the original Florian was pregnant? That he had kept a secret relationship with him? That, for God knows what reason, he would slip into Florian's chambers at night as though he were everything to him, and then act like a stranger by day?
That Heinz had taken the original Florian's love and devotion, and twisted it into something he could use?
Did he think Florian would have refused to cooperate if he'd known from the start just how despicable Heinz truly was?
If that was the case, he wouldn't have.
He would have helped for the sake of returning home.
But to let himself get even somewhat close to Heinz?
Fuck, no.
