Charles closed his eyes, the apology dying in his throat. He knew Frank meant it. He slowly lay down on his side of the bed, staring at the ceiling in the suffocating quiet.
The next morning, Adrian headed toward the guest room with a bright smile on his face, already excited to drag his friends downstairs and start the day together.
But the moment he pushed the door open and stepped inside, the cheerful mood instantly disappeared.
Frank and Charles were both already awake, sitting far away from each other in complete silence. The tension between them instantly made the room feel cold and uncomfortable.
"Good morning, my favorite people!" Adrian shouted, his voice echoing awkwardly.
Frank barely looked up. "Morning," he muttered flatly.
Then he stood up and started fixing his clothes without even glancing properly at either of them again.
Before Adrian could say anything else, Frank spoke again.
