Consuming. Even the words she said made him think about the Bistro, and that made Theseus feel terrible. He flopped to his side next to her, awkwardly grabbing one of her pillows to hide his shame. He was red in the face with embarrassment, and as he rolled to his back, looking up at the ceiling, it was hard to miss how defeated Theseus felt.
“I don’t want the Bistro to fail. It’s the first time I’ve been trusted with anything other than my own life. And even then, my dad’s always had some puppet strings. If this fails… I don’t think I get a second chance. I’m pretty sure I just become that Rosier who uses family money for nothing and lost a lot of it,” Theseus said. “I used to think all I wanted to do was be rich and not work, but now… I actually want to succeed, and Merlin it doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t succeed at anything but sex, and apparently I can’t do that either now.” He sighed and looked over at her.
“Look- I can finish you off. My tongue still works, there’s no reason you should have to suffer.”