"I've known that since grade school," Sebastian admitted quietly. "Dad made sure to show his hatred openly. We even changed churches several times because of his beliefs. Honestly, I think religion made him this way. Once he believes something is wrong, he clings to it obsessively."
"I see."
Dylan finally stood up, preparing to head to his room.
But the moment he took a step, Sebastian grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
Dylan turned back in confusion.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sebastian asked.
"My room?" Dylan answered slowly.
"Not yet." Sebastian looked directly at him.
"We still need to discuss whatever is going on between us."
"What could we possibly be discussing so late in the night?" Dylan asked tiredly, his voice carrying clear exhaustion as Sebastian raised a brow at him.
Sebastian walked closer slowly, and Dylan simply stared at him in confusion as he approached.
