“Why the fuck do I keep feeling like I lost my shit?”
Lucien hesitated in responding, unsure if he was even being addressed. His experience with ancient, god-like beings was probably better than most people but this wasn’t his father who he knew how to act around. Silence could be worse than saying the wrong thing. “I have no clue,” he spoke, deciding that it was safer to seem uninvolved than to say something aloud that would make the other mad at him or not say something at all.


















