Chase's POV
"What, you don't have the balls to confirm your own emotion?" a weird laugh came out of Mono's mouth, his hands resting on his waist while Gold sat on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees with his hands pressed together. I gulped out of nervousness. This isn't good. In fact, this is f*****g horrible.
Mono, of all people, of all us, rarely loses his cool. And this was one of the rare occasions that he does. And if he did, it means it was about something serious. He doesn’t really lose his cool that easy.
Gold, on the other hand, had been out of it since the London tour. The fact that he was injured moreover a little sensitive isn't much of a help either.
If it's any consolation, I knew Gold wouldn't try anything stupid. Not with Mono. He respects us like that and Mono
