Noting his silence, Lucien couldn't help but smile. "Why so quiet? Not fond of the idea of me receiving anchoring from others?"
Kenneth's lips twitched. "Why wouldn't I be?" He asked pointedly.
"No reason." He looked at him for a long moment, his eyes seemingly trying to pick him apart, peeling back the layers, seeing what made the man tick.
"Why does it seem like you're trying to get a rise out of me?"
Something passed across Lucien's face, something Kenneth missed. "Does it?"
Kenneth answered his question with silence.
Lucien inched closer.
Kenneth leaned back, his gaze wary.
Lucien stopped when he noticed it, the subtle withdrawal, the tension gathering quietly along Kenneth's shoulders. He didn't close the distance.
Instead, he rested his forearms against his thighs, giving the space room to breathe, him to breathe. "You're acting like I'm about to attack you," he said mildly.
