The Semblance of Bliss
“Nooo! That’s different.”
Good lord. Shun bit the inside of his cheek. He can imagine Lincoln’s pout at the moment.
“Please.”
SHUN WAS unimpressed. He originally never wanted to come here. But with Lincoln’s pleading and whines, he got here, at the bar where she worked before where they first met each other. After he said the ‘fine’ word, Lincoln was ecstatic.
But the man in question is currently dead to the world.
They sat at the stool in the bartender’s corner. Shun had his arms crossed, expression conflicted as he stared down at Lincoln, who was slumped against the countertop, the side of his face pressed against his left arm, and his face was facing Shun.
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