Now he was definitely going to work on his healing if her hints were anything to go by. “I did something stupid,” he sighed after a few moments of thought. “For one, I should’ve waited until tomorrow but a moot point now. I went to Bernard’s to talk to him about his attitude lately and what I’ve been hearing about from everyone, rumors and actual facts. I was more annoyed than I realized and instead of being reasonable I sort of picked a fight. Bernard said he was going to leave and I said that I couldn’t stop him. Then he came back at me accusing me of brushing him off and he said I was just like my father. I saw red. I wasn’t brushing him off, I wanted him to stay but if he was so fucking determined to go, I couldn’t stop him. I shoved him against a wall and we started wailing on each other. After a couple of minutes, Bernard stood, packed up his shit and left. I put my fist through his wall but I think I hit a stud or something because even before I became a mutant, plaster alone has never broken my hand like this.”
Lucien closed his eyes and leaned into Fia’s warmth, soaking in her spicy and good smells. “Bernard’s gone. I couldn’t stop him,” he whispered feeling his eyes burn but there were no tears. It was about as close to crying as he ever got.