Liia retreated from the table and moved back into his room.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“What was I supposed to say, Liia?” Morgan called back while keeping an eye on Dylan.
“Maybe not to touch me?” Dylan grumbled. “Why couldn’t you just tell me?”
Morgan growled in frustration. “Oh! Let me just give you a list,” he shot back. “One: You were being a d**k. Two: You know how I get when you push me into shit.”
“Where you lose control like a scared toddler?”
“Given the fact that you’ve had kids, I would think that you would have figured out that harping feeling and just what it does to literally everyone else.”
“That would be the case if I was ever around…” Dylan stopped himself but the embarrassment already showed. “Shut up man.”
“So you agree what you were doing was wrong.”
“Fin
