riley--hart:
Frowning when Jude didnât start moving first, quickly realizing that his lover didnât trust him not to bolt and run away from him and that hurt. He knew that Jude was going to be mad, there was no way that he wasnât going to be but for some reason Riley was expecting something else. âBlack Audi?â He was assuming that Jude had brought his car with him. Taking a deep breath and slid into the passenger seat. Holding his breath a little because he wasnât sure if the yelling was going to start now or when they got to Judeâs.âCan I ask what youâre doing here? I thought I seen that you were filming in Vancouver.â Â
Jude nodded at the question, following Riley outside to the parking lot without a word. Unlocking the doors to the Audi slipping into the car himself, feeling even more tension build as he sat there with Riley. It was too much to hope the boy would just stay quiet, at the question Jude gripped the steering wheel noticeably tighter.  âNo. You do not get to ask why I am here, Riley. What we are going to talk about why you left rehab. Donât think I havenât noticed how fucking terrible you look, so save the âIâm doing fineâ bullshit. And while you are trying to think of some excuse that might work, how about you come up with a reason I shouldnât just divorce you and be done with your fucking shit.âÂ



















