Leon sat on the edge of his bed in the safe house, staring at his phone for what felt like hours. The screen had gone dark multiple times, but he kept turning it back on, thumb hovering over Sylvain's contact.
His eyes were red and swollen from crying earlier. Every time he closed them, he heard Silas's cruel voice repeating those devastating words.
"Your brother sold his body to me…"
"He's my whore…"
Leon wiped his face with the back of his hand and finally pressed the call button. It rang twice before Sylvain picked up.
"Hey…" Sylvain's voice was quiet, nearly cautious, like he was walking on broken glass.
"Hi…" Leon replied, his own voice small and flat. "You… you busy?"
"No. Not really." There was a long pause. "How are you?"
Leon swallowed hard. "I'm okay. Have you eaten today?"
Sylvain let out a shaky breath on the other end. "Yeah. I had some rice earlier. What about you?"
