Timothy nearly dropped his phone when he saw Fitzgerald standing beside him.
Thankfully, the moment he had heard his brother's voice, he had instinctively locked the screen and slipped the phone against his thigh. Fitzgerald had arrived too suddenly to glimpse what had been on it.
"Just... something," Timothy said, standing.
"What something?" Fitzgerald asked.
His curiosity was genuine.
That smile...
It wasn't one Timothy wore often.
As someone who had spent his entire life studying other people's emotions just to imitate them, Fitzgerald noticed changes most people overlooked.
Timothy gave him a suggestive look.
Fitzgerald tilted his head.
"Oh."
Realization flickered across his face.
"I see."
His expression immediately turned dismissive.
"I didn't realize you enjoyed... visual stimulation."
Timothy pinched the bridge of his nose.
