Learning to Love | ✓

Chapter 32

[DIABLO]

"Diablo?" I half jumped at Lambert calling my name.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, opening his front door a bit wider. Come on, why couldn't he give me, what? Ten minutes to come up with something to say. I looked up at Lambert not knowing what exactly to say.

"Just come in," Lambert sighed, running his hand through his hair, before giving me a questioning look and heading into the house. I followed behind him, wondering what exactly my excuse was to be here was.

"What are you here for anyway?" Lambert asked stopping as we got to the small living room. I rubbed the back of my not saying anything. Well that, and just an excuse to see Lambert.

"I see. Sit anywhere you want. I'll get you something to drink," Lambert sighed, turning and leaving the room. I turned my gaze to the familiar living room, the warm colors coming in through the drawn windows and the shelf of books standing at each corner of the room.

I walked towards the lush sofas taking a seat on the single sofa. My gaze flicked towards the T.V. I shook my head deciding against putting it on. What I saw a week and a half ago still had me shaking. They found Zeus out, but how?

"Diablo." I heard Lambert call from the entrance of the living room. Turning I saw he was holding two glasses filled with juice.

"I hope apple's okay," he continued walking towards me as I nodded. I took a glass from him, watching him sip from his glass as I did the same. I felt the sofa sink a bit with his weight as he took a seat beside him.

"This is about Zeus, isn't it?" he asked, looking towards me. I nodded, shaking a little. It was. I couldn't take it all in on my own.

"I'm sure he'll get past all this," Lambert assured as he dropped his now empty glass on a side table.

"I'm not sure. What if he doesn't? I'm sort of directly involved..." I trailed, looking down at my half-filled glass. I knew what happened, what drove Zeus out of the house, what forced him to take a new name. I was serving in that house at the time and if anything I was a witness.

"Don't let it get to you," I heard him say as the feeling of his hand on my knee sent a familiar warm feeling through me. I tensed in surprise then calmed down. This is what I want, isn't it? I thought, turning to meet Lambert's gaze. This is why I came here.

"Sorry..." Lambert trailed, removing his hand.

"There is no need to be," I muttered turning away, already flustered by the small action. The room was plunged into an awkward silence. I tightened my hold on the glass, feeling tense, worried and scared all at the same time.

"I think you should leave..." Lambert trailed, getting up. I can't explain the pain and confusion that hit me all at once at that statement. He'd never said that — never meant it, at least.

"Diablo," Lambert called as he urged me to let go of the glass. I let go, watching him walk to the side to pick up his own from the side table. I bite my lips a little bit unsure of what I wanted to say, confess.

"Lambert."

"Huh?" Lambert answered, turning to me. His green eyes looked frustrated, and I felt a little guilty, being the cause.

"I—about that person that opened the door the last time I was here," I managed to get out without looking at him. I needed to know what their relationship was.

"What about him?" Lambert asked, making me sigh in frustration.

"What's he to you?" I asked, watching my feet with an absent look on my face.