Luther felt as if lightning had struck him from a clear sky.
He held Joshua tightly, murmuring, "Impossible, Joshua…"
At that moment, Joshua turned his head to look at him.
Luther's eyes were red, and tears were already streaming down his face. His beautiful features—blurred with tears—only made him look more fragile and pitiful.
But Joshua had not forgotten what this pitiful-looking man had just done to him.
With just one hand, Luther could restrain him so entirely that he couldn't escape.
Joshua had always been grateful to Luther—because Luther never abandoned him when he fell ill, and he never once showed disgust.
He really was a good person.
But romance? Joshua didn't think he could do that. At the very least, he truly had no such thoughts toward Luther.
Joshua gently wiped the tears from Luther's face. Luther instinctively leaned into Joshua's palm, eyes filled with pleading.
Joshua pressed his lips together, struggling as he said, "Don't be like this."
