Warren frowned. That was too soft, too easy for Devin, when he'd been ...
His cheeks started to burn when he thought about what they'd been doing.
And then he'd been shaking, miserable, upset. And then this quiet? This calm acceptance, or at least what Warren figured was pseudo calm. The kind of stoic quiet that you pulled in on yourself when you thought you'd do something unfortunate if you didn't, or when you didn't want the other person to know what you were feeling, or both.
"Devin..." Warren let him go just far enough to keep a grip on his shoulders. "Are you..." No. 'Are you listening to me' didn't strike quite the right note.
"Are you hearing what I'm saying?" he asked, but softly. "It's not that it wasn't... amazing. Okay? Because it was. It's not that I don't want to, because I do..." He laughed, but it was a little too hysterical, and it came out breathy. "God. More than I should. I do. But..."
As often as he took after his father, it was his mother's words that came to him now. "Devin, how can you expect me to treat you, if this is how I treat her? Do you see? If ..." The guilt stabbed at him again. "If she can't trust me, how can you?" He didn't even trust himself right now.
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His cheeks started to burn when he thought about what they'd been doing.
And then he'd been shaking, miserable, upset. And then this quiet? This calm acceptance, or at least what Warren figured was pseudo calm. The kind of stoic quiet that you pulled in on yourself when you thought you'd do something unfortunate if you didn't, or when you didn't want the other person to know what you were feeling, or both.
"Devin..." Warren let him go just far enough to keep a grip on his shoulders. "Are you..." No. 'Are you listening to me' didn't strike quite the right note.
"Are you hearing what I'm saying?" he asked, but softly. "It's not that it wasn't... amazing. Okay? Because it was. It's not that I don't want to, because I do..." He laughed, but it was a little too hysterical, and it came out breathy. "God. More than I should. I do. But..."
As often as he took after his father, it was his mother's words that came to him now. "Devin, how can you expect me to treat you, if this is how I treat her? Do you see? If ..." The guilt stabbed at him again. "If she can't trust me, how can you?" He didn't even trust himself right now.