āLook, I get I shouldnāt be here. I donāt have a right to be.ā The door had barely opened and he was just going. Heād blame it on being sober and having the conversation in his head for months. It didnāt matter if Mal had seemed to want to tiptoe around the whole thing, Lucian couldnāt just leave it alone and pretend things were fine. āIām too fuckinā tired at this point to just pretend weāre fine. I canāt do that shit anymore.ā Heād spent too much time trying to make up for previous mistakes, he couldnāt just let this one go. The idea of such a thing was actually kind of funny. Heād actually followed through on kissing more people than he could count on two hands and heād never really felt any distress or particular attachment to them. But this one, this one person he faked out, somehow he cared enough to at least try and get some damn closure. Mal deserved it, he deserved an apology, he deserved a lot better than-Breathe. Letting out a sigh and giving a shrug of his shoulders, he shot the shifter in his doorway an apologetic look. āIām fine with being on my own, but I canāt sit on my ass at my fucking parents house and not think about how bad I fucked up with you.ā Heād been here the whole fucking time, how much shit had he gone through that he could have needed help with? āI meant it when I said I wasnāt going to let anything happen to you. Iāll stick by that. But you donāt have to pretend to like me or some shit, you can tell me to fuck off and still call me when shit hits the fan, Iāll be there, I owe you that much.ā @malchesterfield












