<em>Why couldn't he just..</em><br/>But, then again...<br/><em>Say it, fuck sake...</em><br/>He wasn't a child. There was nothing wrong with his mind.<br/>Was life only about responsibilities? Image? Society?<br/><br/>Three words.<br/>What would be the worst that could happen if he uttered them? Really? Think logically, Ryan.<br/>Or.. maybe not, because<em>that</em>was what was keeping the lid on his emotions, hm?<br/><br/>He scoffed. At himself. Eyes still on something so distant none but he could see it.<br/><br/>He heard Atticus move into the room. Again, he didn't move. Stood there as some pile of bricks..<br/><br/><em>“Do you need me all day, sir?”</em><br/><br/>God, yes.. And tomorrow and the day after that.. and..<br/><br/><em>“Zara wanted me for an hour or so, should either of us not be busy.” </em><br/><br/>Finally he turned his attention to the other man and nodded, lightly.<br/>Of course.. always with the responsibilities...<br/><br/>"I might have need of you later when Lord Aldrich comes to pay for his visit to Anel," he said, falling back, hopefully, to the normal going-ons in the brothel.<br/>Perhaps he should go for a walk in the garden.. cool down..<br/><br/>At least some distance between him and the man he had killed, no..<em>tortured</em>a man to death for...