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2024-10-29 19:42:56It was just me and Victor now. He didn’t speak but I could still see the faint traces of blush on his cheeks. He stared at his glass a moment before gulping down what was left of it. I couldn't help but smile at his obvious embarrassment.
"That really meant a lot to him, I'm sure," I said gently.
Victor grunted vaguely and poured himself another glass. Although I’m sure some of the redness on his cheeks was from embarrassment, I think part of it was from the wine as well. He more slouched against the back of his chair than he did lean against it. He stared into the fireplace, but it looked like he wasn’t really focusing on anything. His glass tilted slightly in his hand as he held it.
I guess we had been dr
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