there’s a lengthy delay before he offers his reply in which greg’s silence must feel nothing short of STIFLING. his gaze is fixed on the coffee cup on the countertop as he replaces its lid, expression impassive, and it’s only as the pad of his thumb drags its way across the swell of his bottom lip that he spares his companion a glance. the message being sent is clear: you are little more than an afterthought.
“ i’d be more inclined to take you seriously if you didn’t use that tone. ”












