Page 20 of Carnage
“Obviously,mon tueur.”
“Ooh, what does that mean?” Bellamy asks. “Sounds so pretty.”
Colson grins, rubbing his man’s arm. “It means ‘my killer’ in French.”
Bellamy scrunches his nose then laughs. “That’s so fitting for you two. Only you could make something intimidating sound sweet.”
“I’ll be here with my man.” Wraith waggles his eyebrows.
“You’re so in love it’s kind of gross.” Phantom grins.
“I don’t mind being gross,” Wraith replies, smiling at Pax. “Love is the best thing in the world, and several people at this table could agree with me, no?”
“Fuck yeah,” Specter says, staring at his man.
“It’s pretty awesome,” Nimble agrees. “Highly recommend.”
Bellamy’s brow furrows as he lifts his fork for another bite.
“The problem with love,” Whisper says, “is that it doesn’t always come at the right time.”
“Word.” Ghost scoops up sauce from his plate with a piece of bread.
“But when the stars align, there’s nothing better,” Whisper continues.
“And when they don’t?” Bellamy asks softly. “What then? Does love wait?”
“We can hope so,” Whisper replies. “I believe true love waits.”
Bellamy nods. “It’s a nice thought.”
Shadow drops his fork and it clatters against the plate. We all startle as he pushes his chair back abruptly. “Lunch was great, Ghost. If you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting soon.”
He’s gone before any of us can react. Stealth exhales slowly, shaking his head.
“Did I say something wrong?” Bellamy asks. “I thought he’d be happy to see me.”
“He is,” Specter says. “He’s just… You know. He’s Shadow.”
Bellamy nods, his face brightening with his pretty smile. “Lunch was great, Ghost. Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
“We should go shopping now, right?” Bellamy pats Colson’s leg. “Let the house get back to normal.”
“It’s not because of you,” Stealth says. “It’s because of me.”
“What is?” Bellamy asks.
“Why the house feels off.”
“No, Stealth,” Phantom says. “You’re our brother.”
“I know, and I know we’ll find our rhythm again, but I’ve been gone a long time and now I’m back. Things feel weird right now. Shadow has to get back to a place where he trusts me and trusts himself.”
“Is he hurting?” Bellamy asks. “I hurt him.”
Stealth tilts his head as he stares at Bellamy. The tension growing between them is palpable enough that Whisper looks ready to intervene if necessary.
