Luminescence 57

Eros and Marcus watched Candor dig into his food with verve.
            Finally when he’d dabbed his mouth with his napkin, setting it aside did he finally speak. “I’m ready to be a part of this mission.” Candor held up his hand when Marcus shuffled, “I know my seeing you was not a coincidence and that eventually we have crossed paths, would have had to work together again,” he gave Marcus an especially hard glare. Candor chewed on his bottom lip, ignoring the other words he wanted to say.
            “There’s no point in waiting for you two to manipulate me into working with you. I’m here, make use of me but know this,” he leaned forward. “Things will not be like they were the last time,” Candor looked to Marcus, unflinching when he sat back.
            Eros didn’t look to Marcus for confirmation when he said, “Done.”
            Something like an exhale sighed between them all.
            Eros spoke first. “I certainly missed having you here to add at least some conversation to the mix,” he leaned forward inclining his head towards Marcus. “This one never talks and when he does it’s soo boring.”
            Marcus finally spoke, “I’m sitting right here.”

“A world of difference it would make if you sat elsewhere,” Eros poised that silver gaze on him. Marcus did not shrink from it. Though he’d been silenced by Candor’s speech, he hadn’t known what to make of it, much less how to broach what had happened between them. With Eros present, it wasn’t the right time to try. 

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