"...it's a hard memory," he confessed softly, shaking his head as he swallowed down a mix of emotions which had lodged in his throat. He did not want to make a scene out here, too many scenes had already been made today. He wanted to get home, in bed, behind closed doors and sort it all out in private.
"You crazy, sweet asshole," he murmured roughly as he squeezed that pale arm, hurrying along now. "Let's just get back to Yellow. ...Your room or mine?" Oh no, he was not going to let Mason leave his side, not until he felt more assured. He glanced back over his shoulder, green eyes lingering on that tall figure dressed in black before he hurried away. That man had been human, but he had talked like that? Maybe Mason did not believe it and wanted no part of it, but Victor wanted to believe, it may have been foolish, but the yearning was there. Something to think about later.