"What about earlier?"
Ambryan walked into the room. He sat on the swivelling chair and crossed his legs. His choice of clothes matched the color palette around him. He could be a statue amidst the furniture.
"Don't play innocent." Richard scoffed. He leaned back, propping his hands on the mattress to support himself. "You walked out in the middle of lunch. Quite like a teenager I say."
He patiently waited for a response. The answer he seeked might take a while or it might never come at all. It had been Ambryan's habit ever since Richard knew him.
His best friend acted as if he was alone—even when people who cared about him were around.
Ambryan stared at the floor. He laced his hands and raised them to the level of his chin. His scattered thoughts began to form. They filled the darkness in his mind, coloring it with events from earlier.
Words created paragraphs about his reason but he would never admit it.
I—I am unsure of how this chapter turned out but it does hit points I wanted it to deliver. I just hope it's good enough. It does parallel to Eve's moment during the first shoot when she tried to figure out how to pose.
At least, Ambryan is making positive steps. Much better than playing it safe when his father first did the interrogation :3
Have a good day!
Other ongoing work: Trust and Believe in Love