Closing the doors to the master bedroom, where Yuri lies sleeping quietly with a pained expression on his face, Zephariel signals to Yoru to follow him down the hall. The other nods in silent agreement. The two shadows walk with heavy thoughts, each carrying his own worries––a burden he can't share with anyone else, fearing he will be taken advantage of again.
Trust is hard to build but easy to mash into smithereens.
