“Who are you trying to convince?” the other male asked softly, the sympathetic tone returning to him.
“At least come by for dinner sometime soon. You don’t have to stay, but you know both Lyri and Ava will bend my ear if I don’t make sure you’ve been fed a decent meal once in a while.”
Another shrug, eyes following the flickering of one of the candles. He knew he wasn’t okay, that much was obvious, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask for help. He had always had that issue.
“I can’t make any promises…”
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