Trevor let out a shaky breath that almost sounded like a laugh. His composure or what little remained of it, wavered. The simple words 'I missed you' landed with impossible weight.
Lucas came closer, the faint scent of his cologne, something green and soft, like rain after sunlight, mingled with his sweet scent, cutting through the sterile air of the office. Trevor's pulse slowed, but only just. His instincts screamed at him to move, to touch, to confirm that the man in front of him was real and not another trick of his exhausted mind.
"You're pale," Lucas murmured, setting the files on the edge of the desk. "Have you even eaten?"
Trevor managed a small, humorless smile. "I could ask you the same thing."
Lucas rolled his eyes, the gesture easy and familiar. "Windstone was feeding me like I was recovering from surgery. I escaped."
"Escaped?" Trevor repeated, the word dry. "You make it sound dramatic."
