First, only, and last time

.11.

He greeted him with a simple
"Where were you?"
A little disinterested, apparently.
Jake watched him silently with a small smile on his face.

- I went out for a walk.

- That does not answer my question.

- You could know without asking.

- But what would be the reason to be gifted with voice?

Jake's smile widened, and he settled into the chair across from Heeseung.

He knew that Heeseung was not one to use his vampiric powers unless it was worth it.
He liked to touch things with his own fingers, to feel, to speak, to communicate directly with others.

He said that even for an  experienced telepath thoughts were too imprecise, too futile, and could be misunderstood.
That the words better shared emotions and meaning.
He was still reading, having obviously finished this exchange.

He would never tire of watching his mentor.

Heeseung was just sitting there reading another one of those books he loved so much and yet he looked so unreal while doing nothing out of the ordinary.
His eyes fell on his lips, parted, mimicking every word that they were reading.

He then wondered what Heeseung was thinking when he put them on his.

Did he know it had even provoked, no, accentuated, in him.
Did Heeseung refuse to read his thoughts too?
What if he misunderstands, if Heeseung saw, read, if he knew about it?
The latter stood up, interrupting the course of his reflections.
He closed his book and put it on the little wooden table in the living room and went to sit down at the piano.

It had been a long time since he had played.

When the first notes rose in the room it was like, magic.

He listened to the other play without daring to move, for fear that a gesture would make the notes disappear.

He played for a while longer and suddenly stopped.
Sitting there, staring at the keys.

Jake finally allowed himself to move

He got up and came to rest next to Heeseung.

- Jake, I beg your pardon.

Surprised by this unexpected confession, an expression of incomprehension took place on his face.

- Apologize? For what ?

Heeseung looked up at him, he stared at his eyes, they looked, different, their color was still their same, but their shine seemed different.
Jake had paid attention to it often enough to notice it.

- Jake, I shouldn't have, I never should have...

It was with astonishment that he noticed the weakness in his voice, his hurt expression, but he seemed angry.

He couldn't resist taking Heeseung's face in his hands to come and wipe the red drops flowing there.

- There's nothing why you should apologize Heeseung