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“You said you were human, but you’re not, are you?”
Dillon tightened his lips into a smile. “No.”
“I didn’t think so. You’re one of the good ones,” he said before exiting.
I couldn’t help but smile about the way things had gone. I turned to Dillon unable to hide my excitement.
“That went well, huh? What do you say about heading back to my place for a Japanese crepe? I’ve learned how to make it and I’m dying to make one for you. You can tell me what you think.”
Dillon hesitated but eventually agreed, seemingly lost in thought as we made our way back to my townhouse. Once inside, I wasted no time, setting to work making the crepe mixture. My hands moved with an energetic precision I didn’t know I had.
Mixing the batter, I poured it onto a round hotplate I had bought for this purpose. Evening it out with my leveler, I allowed one side to cook before flipping it to the other.
With it done, I retrieved the ice cream, bananas, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. Assembling them on the crepe and rolling it into a cone, I topped it with sugar and torched it to a caramelized brown. It looked exactly as I had hoped.
“Here you go,” I said, trying to sound as casual as possible.
But as I beamed with pride over my culinary creation, Dillon simmered with anger. He stared at my great achievement with eyes as hard as granite and I wasn’t sure why.
“You can’t see me any other way than as the charity case you’ve rescued, can you?” Dillon spat, his voice laced with resentment.
“What? No! Of course I can. Why would you say that?” I replied, taken aback by his accusation.
“Because you exploited me,” he accused, his eyes pleading for understanding.
My mind raced through our recent interactions. “When? How?”
“Back there. You used what I told you about my childhood and manipulated me into using my abilities to get what you wanted,” Dillon clarified, the pain evident in his voice.
“That’s not what happened.”
“Really? Did you ever consider that my history wasn’t yours to use as you see fit?” he pressed.
“I…” I stammered, taken aback by Dillon’s accusation.
“I didn’t think so,” he said, his emotions bubbling just below the surface. “You can’t see me. All you can see is the pathetic boy who no one loves.”
“That’s not true. I don’t understand where this is coming from,” I argued, my heart aching from the pain of his words.
“Remy, you can’t exploit my pain,” Dillon demanded, his voice wavering.
“I wasn’t. That is so far from what I was trying to do,” I said defensively.
“Yeah?” he asked doubtfully.
“Yeah. Don’t you get it? It’s because of my father that his father is dead. His father worked for mine. My father got him killed. Every night I lay in bed thinking about Leo and all of the things my father has done. It suffocates me.
“My entire life is built on the pain of others. It blinds me. I need help. I was asking you to help me, Dillon. Can’t you see that?” I said with tears rolling down my cheeks. “I just wanted you to help me.”
My heartfelt plea hit Dillon hard. The anger melted from his expression. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around me and held me until his eyes glistened with tears.
“I just wanted you to help me,” I repeated, my voice choked with emotion.
“I will,” Dillon whispered in my ear. “You can count on me.”
I slowly pulled away from Dillon’s embrace, my cheeks wet with tears. I felt vulnerable and exposed like never before.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed by my show of emotion.
