"Good one, man, good one," Alexander admonished as he wiped away the lone tear that had slipped from his eye after nearly an hour of laughing.
Daniel just watched him. He never understood why men in this city hardly laughed, as though it was forbidden. Xylander had only just started laughing because of him. Alex—well, that one was unpredictable; sometimes Daniel wondered if he was being manipulated by unseen spirits because his mood swings were unbearable. His cheerful moments could be just as aggravating.
Adrian, on the other hand, was a lost cause. Anything that hinted at happiness was a bane to his existence. That dark face and brooding expression suited him far too perfectly. If by any chance Daniel ever saw him smile, he swore he wouldn't survive that day.
