The Lost Art of Letter Writing - Chapter 2
Will’s voice cut into Tom’s reverie. “I think you’re overthinking this, mate,” he said blithely. “I mean, it’s not like you’re going to marry the woman. Anyway, aren’t you into someone else?”
Tom tensed. “What do you mean?”
“Oh come on, Hayward. I know you think of yourself as a man of discretion, but there’s a look you get.”
“A look.”
“Yes, a look. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. It’s the kind of look someone gets when they aren’t just invested in what they’re doing— they’re enjoying themselves, too. I only ever seem to catch that look on your face when you’re typing away on your computer, or when you’re on your phone. But since we both know that our business, lucrative though it may be, is not particularly stimulating, the only conclusion I can come to is that you’re seeing someone on the down low. At the very least, you’re trading messages. Messages of a particular quality, perhaps?” Will waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Tom schooled his expression into one of nonchalance. “For a law school dropout, you certainly are adept at asking leading questions,” he said. “But you won’t be getting any confessions out of me.”
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Chapter 2 is now on Ao3. More awkwardness, this time from Tom's POV. Enjoy!
