Felix had his head in his hands, frustration clawing at him from within. "How did you know I was here?" he asked Han, who had the bartender pour him a glass of whiskey.
"It doesn't matter." He poured the drink down his throat in one smooth move. "You should be glad that I got here before you could make a grave mistake."
Felix scoffed. "I was having a perfectly good night before you showed up and ruined it. Like you always do."
Xian's pained expression when he was thrown out flashed in his mind. Would Xian ever forgive him? How was he to explain how he'd let this hunk of a man treat him?
"There's nothing to ruin, Han. We are nothing, I need you to stop following me and throwing tantrums like we're actually a thing."
