"I can sense the deceptiveness in you from the very start, you know…" Lukas said through gritted teeth, his eyes not showing even a hint of emotion—contrasting the mental breakdown in his heart.
Johan didn't reply, just stared as Lukas' face grew more desperate by the second. He lost the mask entirely as the time stretched.
"...How?" he asked on his own, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't have any other option. The spell couldn't be extended forever, and the moment he went back, he would become as cold as before.
"I will not pretend to pity you, or that I'm doing this because I feel some stupid connection with you. I gain something, and you gain something. Besides that, we can always slowly become actual friends. All my friends are people I traded with, after all…" Johan said with a soft smile, his brows furrowed.
Lukas' eyes twitched, narrowing in the silence, as if asking Johan to explain himself.
