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“You interrupted my pleasure. Why don’t you be a gentleman and take responsibility?”
From what he experience from this man, Mydei knew Phainon can be selfisn, he can be stubborn and he probably could be unreasonable with demands like this.
And in any other situation, he would've chastised him, be offended on the vulger request of his, and he would've left without a second thought. After all, that is the most natural thing one would do. But he didn't.
He is more aware than anyone that he could be bad at understanding social cues, after all, he is someone who came to a club like this with suit and a bouquet. Yet, even he could see the mess of emotions in Phainon's eyes. The cheeky, annoying grin of his now almost crooked as if he's struggling to maintain this facade.
Yes, he understood what Phainon is being right now, that he's suffering from something. What is he supposed to do here then? Mydei isn't really the best at comforting.
Though he figured Phainon would probably not like being comforted right now.
"You know i won't do that." Mydei kneeled before the man, he hesitated for a moment but he still pressed his hand on the man's back. "You still look like you're going to puke."
"I'm fine." The snow haired man moved as if he wanted to push the hand away from him, but at the last moment he stopped, biting his lips.
That was true, from the visceral reaction he had when Mydei saw him being pleasured, and the words that came out of his mouth that made his own self so disgusted, his stomach still felt odd from it. But Phainon would never admit that, he just didn't want this man to leave his side.
He didn't want him to look at him differently.
Yet he also didn't want to show this miserable side of himself to him. The side of him where he hated himself, where he didn't even know what to do at this moment, where he is sinking into the abyss and the only ligit within reach is the man before him.
"You should go, Caelus is waiting for you." Phainon just sat down, his back leaning against the bathroom wall, his eyes looking away. He didn't want to know the kind of expression the man is showing, from a cocky diplomat to someone who just threw up and sitting on the dirty bathroom floor without any care.
"I know." Mydei hummed, looking at the snow haired man, his lips quirked up into a surprisingly teasing grin. "But I can't leave my good friend Avilius, right?"
"Oh fuck off, you know i can't use my actual name." Whether shame Phainon had turned worse with the mention of Avilius, his cheeks turned red as he covered his forehead with his hand. "It'll just turn into a scandal, though my reputation is already worse."
"I understand, but Avilius? Really? That's the name of the store at the end of the street, how the hell he failed to notice that?"
"You're so mean, why are you talking shit about that guy now?" Phainon cocked a brow towards Mydei, this is very much a side of the man he never saw before. Is this the Mydei he knew? Because the crown prince wouldn't throw shade at someome else like this.
"You're being so out of character right now, you know that right?"
"I know, but so are you." Mydei looked at him, no lips curled into a small smile, it really isn't much but looking at this, Phainon felt that he's talking to Mydei, not the Crown Prince but Mydei.
"You are much stronger than this, I don't know what happened that made you feel so down, but whatever it is can't possibly be the worst thing you experienced." Mydei thought for a moment and shook his head, "even if it is, I can assure you that worse things will come at you, that's just life for people like us, ones in positions like us, the sacrifices that we make and the lines we cross. I'm not asking you to not feel whatever you're feeling, you're allowed to do that."
"I'm not good at giving comforting words, or know how to encourage.." He stood up, and held his hand towards Phainon. "But you'll always find a way out, if no one could then you definitely will."
Phainon really didn't know what to say, as cruel as it sounds he's not even sure if those words are the ones that he need. But watching the hand that's waiting for him to hold, even though these are the same feelings that he loathed himself for feeling, he just wanted to indulge for once, for himself.
And he leaned close, holding the hand that's reaching out for him.