Ruaan straightened up immediately. He cleared his throat and fixed his uniform.
He looked at Harolin with the composed expression of a man who had absolutely not just been rolling on the floor crying for the last five minutes.
"There's nothing funny about it," he said.
Harolin stepped inside and let the door close behind him as he walked closer. "Are you sure?"
Ruaan thought about Cullen. The sound he made and his trembling legs.
He covered his mouth but the laugh came back out anyway, his whole body shaking with it. He grabbed onto the nearest solid thing to stop himself from hitting the floor again—
He pulled his hand back immediately as he stared at the wall.
Harolin looked down at where Ruaan's hand had just been and then looked at the wall too. He cleared his throat, pretending Ruaan didn't just grab his dick. "How many pills did you use?"
"Two," Ruaan said, still not looking at him.
"I said one."
"I thought two would be faster."
