Gordon had great confidence in his looks; it was just the destructive power of his mouth that he found a bit hard to control.
Isn’t being brothers supposed to an taking a bullet for each other?
You can’t just equate "taking a bullet for each other" with "deserting the battle" because they happen to rhy, can you?
Sean was still a bit clueless about what was happening; he was having trouble thinking.
By the ti his brain went blank and he returned to his seat, Sumr Fairmont once again moved to the bar.
It was only then that Sean finally figured out why Gordon had that smooth series of reactions.
This ti, instead of stopping at the bar, Sumr circled around it to Sean’s table.
"Are you OK?" The first thing Sumr said was to ask if Sean was okay.
Was he OK?
Was he really okay, or profoundly not okay?
Sean understood why Gordon had to hide.
If Gordon were around, he’d definitely say, "With this handso chap here, could he not be OK?"
If that happened, he wouldn’t have received Sumr’s concern.
Sean was very pleased with Sumr’s return, the feeling of regaining sothing lost.
Deep down, Sean was ecstatic, but he couldn’t show it.
His heart was torn between extre joy and intense grief, freshly ripped apart.
Sean looked at Sumr with an incredibly complicated expression.
He really didn’t know what words to use in response.
Sumr felt a bit resistant; she rembered the overwhelming, discomforting expectation she saw in Sean’s eyes.
Just like at the hospital, when Sean talked about that heart-shaped button necklace around his neck.
Sean finally realized, from Sumr’s imminent departure reaction, what his issue was.
The person caring for him now was his sister Sumr, but she was no longer the Sumr from their childhood.
"No worries," Sean said to Sumr in a slightly hoarse voice, assuring her.
Sumr gave a slight nod, satisfied with the answer.
Then Sumr held up her phone to her ear and asked the person on the other end a characteristically minimalist question: "Hear it?"
"Ah, Sumr, Artie heard it, but Master Sean’s voice didn’t sound quite right? The more the master says don’t worry, the more I worry. Did Artie accidentally pour two buckets of dog blood on the master earlier...? Uh... right on his head, and he hasn’t recovered yet? No, no, Artie wants to take a look to be sure. I’ll video call you, Sumr; make sure to answer imdiately, don’t let the master disappear!"
Artie’s video call ca in the very next second, but Sumr didn’t answer imdiately and instead handed the phone to Sean.
Whether to answer or not, this decision Sumr let Sean make himself.
If she didn’t know the person looking at her with such eager eyes was soone Artie rarely cared about, Sumr, with her cool deanor, wouldn’t have gotten involved or had any original photo-taking motivation.
Sean saw the na and avatar of the incoming video call, hesitated for a mont.
Just when Sumr thought he was going to reject it and was about to take the phone back, Sean answered.
Sean had never answered a video call before.
Such a "cosmopolitan" thing as video calls was a bit too high-tech for Master Sean Lowell, who had been isolated from the world and hadn’t owned a mobile phone in five years.
But sothing as straightforward as answering a call is intuitive for most people.
Even though Sean’s mind was a bit fuzzy, he knew what kind of call this was.
Right when he answered, before he had a chance to speak or even see who was on the other end, he heard an "Ah... ah... ah!" scream and the sound of a phone dropping.
An off-screen voice whimpered, "Oh Sumr, how could you let Master Sean answer the phone himself!"
Artie was too excited, stumbling over her words.
The reason why you shouldn’t answer a call directly, who knows where that logic ca from?
Artie bent down to pick up the phone, and Sean, thinking he might have made a mistake, handed the phone back to Sumr Fairmont.
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