"Iām not sure youād like to know the man I was.ā Jelco said bluntly, deflecting the question. He had done some...questionable things in the past, and even speaking of them made him tense up.
āAs for who I wanted to be, I canāt say I was ever given a chance to find that out.ā He answered after a moment.Ā āMy...father,ā he spat the word out as though it had poisoned him,Ā āsaw me as nothing but a tool he could use for his own ends. Those I worked for did the same.ā A brow quirked upwards, his posture shifting in an attempt to appear relaxed,Ā as if he were calm and in control of the situation. Old habits die hard, he supposed. Years of repressing his emotions hadnāt exactly made it easy for him to open up. His eyes met Charlesā, an invitation, a warning. He might not have been aware of his telepathy, but he knew when someone was attempting to gauge him. To discern if he was to be trusted or not. If he was dangerous.