As they walked, Dane could hardly keep his gaze off of Lucian's face. He tripped more than once, and almost walked right into a carriage. But he didn't seem to care. The shock was starting to wear off. Just enough that he could actually allow himself to accept that maybe, just maybe, this was his Lucian returned to him. He'd long since resigned himself to a life without the man, and yet here he was. In every perfect detail. And not calling for the police after what Dane had done. Did he dare hope there could be something?
He was so taken in by the simple facts of the situation that he missed that look in Lucian's eye. He just heard the question. "Yeah," he said, "Not far from here, actually." It would be better than the first time Lucian had gone there. A day he still thought of frequently.
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He was so taken in by the simple facts of the situation that he missed that look in Lucian's eye. He just heard the question. "Yeah," he said, "Not far from here, actually." It would be better than the first time Lucian had gone there. A day he still thought of frequently.