"We haven't even finished the things you brought over last time..."
Aidan Dawson carefully set Nathan Lynch down and scratched his head. "Just toss out what I brought before. It's so hot, I wouldn't want you to get a stomachache from eating it."
"Okay." Victor Vance poured Aidan Dawson a cup of tea. "Aidan, haven't you been busy lately? I heard you're filming a documentary. I'm... I'm fine here. You should go take care of your own business first."
Aidan Dawson gripped the teacup, then instantly let go.
"What's wrong? Is it too hot?" Victor Vance asked with concern.
"No, no. It's just right."
"Aidan, what I just said... did you hear me?"
"I... I..." Aidan Dawson's mouth opened and closed, seeming a bit lost. "Victor, I wanted to... I mean..." He lowered his head and said dejectedly, "Why do you seem so distant now? Are you angry at me for leaving without a word back then?"
