Yates Donovan stared at him blankly.
As realization dawned, the scene from the bathroom half an hour ago flashed through his mind.
Especially that brief, silent eye contact in the mirror.
He snapped out of it as if waking from a dream. "Tsk."
He was getting annoyed.
That one reaction was all it took for Hayes Hughes to confirm his suspicion.
'So that's the source of it.'
He didn't want to pry, but he couldn't help but ask, "You seem like a very tolerant person. Why are you so resistant to what you've discovered?"
Yates understood what he was saying. He tilted his head and smiled. "I'm not sure. Maybe I just look easygoing on the surface. When it comes to tolerance... I don't think I can compare to you."
After they held each other's gaze for a moment, Hayes Hughes said, "If that's the case, then you're not suited to be by her side."
A scoff came from across him. "I have many reasons for my resistance."
