After making sure Josefine was alright, heād practically fled the building. Home, heād gone to grab a couple of things and then on the ride over, heād looked at the frantic texts that heād failed to respond to. Nothing felt real, it was like Halloween of 2017 all over again. The moment he was alone, he was content to just focus on the white noise of the city, look at the lights. Nothing mattered until he was on Malās doorstep, nothing mattered until he actually saw with his own eyes that he was alright. Thatād been his one moment of peace during the whole ordeal, that at least Mal was safe. Standing in front of the door looking completely disheveled and probably bleeding, Lucian released a breath that he hadnāt been aware heād been holding the moment the door opened. He didnāt waste any time, practically fell through the open door and against the shifterās chest. He let go of the strap attached to the canvas bag in his hand fall to the floor with a soft noise in favor of clutching at Mal, his fingers finding purchase in the fabric of his shirt. Burying his face against the side of Malās neck, he let out an almost humorless laugh. At the sheer fucking ridiculousness of everything that had just transpired. There was no way that this was his fucking life now, he refused to believe it, he refused to believe anything for the moment other than what was taking place presently.
Ā āHi.ā He said quietly, taking in a shaky breath and closing his eyes. The whole act suddenly made him feel incredibly vulnerable and he tried to will away the heat that rose in his cheeks. Swallowing and taking a step back but still clutching tight to the shifterās shirt, looked to Mal with as much seriousness he could muster in his exasperated state. āI know you probably have a lot of questions and thatās fine. To save you one, Iām fine, Iāll heal whatever Iām dealing with in a bit. I justā¦ā His gaze averted from stormy blues in favor of looking to the minimal physical space between them. āYouāre okay, right?ā @malchesterfield
