Grayson chuckles softly, the concern previously on his face existing for relief as he wanders off down the hall, humming under his breath. Morgan watches him go until he disappears around the corner.
The smile on Morgan's face dies instantly.
He turns toward his wing of the house, walking slowly at first, then faster in long and silent strides. The corridors are empty and the air is still and suddenly, his heartbeat, the whisper of his shoes against the carpet, every goddam sound seems amplified and unnatural.
By the time he reaches his room, the calm facade is already dwindling. He shuts the door quietly behind him, making the click of the lock echo like a gunshot. And then, he stops pretending.
Morgan explodes.
