Huh? Rhys dropped his hand from his face in shock, looking just as confused and uncomfortable as Juliet did. Wait--- why wasn't she berating him? Making fun of him for giving in so easily? Attempting to chop off his balls to hang for all to see? He did not understand. What... exactly was happening here? He did not like it.
He shifted his perplexed look from Juliet to Catherine and Matthieu, who had continued their conversation as if they had not been listening. They might not have, and they seemed perfectly fine with each other. What--- was--- happening? Rhys blinked rapidly, finding the room and atmosphere incredibly hot and bothersome. Holy fuck.
So if she was going to go along with this, then he supposed he had no choice to but as well from here on out. Even though... technically he started it. Which felt strange, because Rhys hadn't felt like he truly had. Either way, he wanted nothing more than to leave, move on, and never speak of this moment again.
A smoke! Where was-- Rhys began to pat down his front, looking almost desperately for his pack. He knew he had purposely put them in here knowing how much Juliet hated them--- once his hand finally wrapped around the pack, he remembered he had to say something to her.
"Ah--" Rhys stared, looking confused as his gaze jumped every which way. "They--- are... at my brother's," he spoke jerkily. "We can go...?" He could not finish that sentence, Juliet would just have to figure it out on her own.
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