Lucas did not move at first.
Then, very slowly, he leaned back into the chair and studied Sebastian with greater care than before.
"I see," Lucas said.
Sebastian nearly laughed. "Do you?"
"No," Lucas said. "But I suspect I'm about to."
That was, Sebastian thought grimly, fair.
He rested both forearms on the desk and looked at his clasped hands instead of at Lucas. "He confessed to me."
Lucas was silent.
Then, "And?"
There were only two ways to answer that question. One would make Sebastian sound evasive. The other would make him sound like exactly what he had been.
He chose accuracy.
"And I handled it badly."
Lucas's expression did not change much, but something in it cooled. "Badly how?"
Sebastian let out a low breath. "I told myself I was drawing a clean line before it became complicated."
Lucas tilted his head slightly. "That sounds like the sort of sentence people say right before they reveal they were idiots."
