By Zephyria 
Even amidst all that, he constantly watched Grayson’s reaction. Perhaps he kept making mistakes because he was so conscious of Grayson. On the other hand, Grayson would whistle, exclaim “Wow,” or offer short bursts of applause whenever he made a mistake. There couldn’t be a more thrilling lunch. Grayson was amazed by his continuous blunders and waited for the next one. What kind of accident would he cause this time?
“Ah, ahh!”
Just as he thought that, George dropped the new fork that the waiter had brought. He turned pale, but Grayson looked at him with disappointment. George, you already did that. You need to show something new. Otherwise, the viewers will turn off the video and switch to other content. What are you going to do if the number of subscribers decreases?
At that moment, George, who was at a loss, met Grayson’s eyes. George was startled, but Grayson didn’t miss the opportunity and shook his head with a cold expression, as if to tell him to pull himself together. One must distinguish between when to encourage and when to give a warning. That’s how progress is made.
Everyone was acting that way for George’s sake, but unexpectedly, he distorted his face miserably and hung his head. His clenched fists under the table looked ominous. As he turned pale, gritted his teeth, and trembled, Dane, who was cutting his steak, suddenly spoke.
“What happened to Charles?”
“Yes, yes?”
George hurriedly raised his head and blinked. He looked dazed, as if he hadn’t understood properly. Dane stopped before putting the meat in his mouth and looked at him.
“I’m asking if Charles is doing well. Is he not sick anywhere?”
“Yes? Yes… I talked about it earlier… Ah.”
George’s face brightened as he belatedly grasped the intention. He hurriedly nodded and stammered.
“He’s, he’s doing well. He’s not, uh, not sick anywhere. Ah, I took some pictures; would you like to see them?”
Without waiting for an answer, George rummaged through his phone and flipped through the album. He opened the many pictures of the dog and showed them to Dane, who chewed his meat and leaned toward George. Soon, George’s face turned bright red. He glanced at Dane and began to explain the pictures diligently. This was right in front of the house yesterday, this was in the living room, this is a picture of him playing, this is, this is… Grayson soon grew tired of the endless stream of words.
It would be much more fun to continue the show he was doing earlier than that.
However, regardless of his thoughts, George, who was excited from that point on, kept talking about the dog. Grayson thought that if he collected all the words “Charles” he had heard throughout the meal, he could make a book.
Dane didn’t seem very interested, but he stubbornly didn’t give up. Perhaps he had nothing else to talk about besides the dog. Grayson sat across the table and looked at the man who was constantly talking with a feeling of pity. George’s eyes were fixed on Dane throughout, his cheeks were flushed, and his voice was unusually high. Anyone could tell that the man was very excited.
He’s completely fallen for him.
Grayson drank his wine and quietly observed George’s face. To be exact, he was looking at his eyes. He knew that face and those eyes. The eyes with which the Omega and Alpha who gave birth to him looked at each other. Those were the eyes of love. The reason George’s face was red up to his neck was not just because of the alcohol. Dane wasn’t even reacting properly, but he was so happy just to be with him.
Look at that, love is such a happy thing.
He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, thinking that his belief was not wrong. Dane had ridiculed Grayson and denied love several times, but that was just his arrogance. Love exists. Right there, in that man’s eyes.
Unfortunately, Grayson himself had never met such a person, even though he had desperately searched for fate. Every time he had hope, he ended up disappointed, and the futility of having to have new expectations every time.
He could never find the affection that he saw in the eyes of the person looking at him. What kind of feeling is that? Grayson wanted to know so badly. It certainly exists, but he can’t find it. What an absurd fact.
He emptied his wine glass with a bitter feeling.
By the end of the meal, George was completely drunk. His pronunciation was inaccurate, and a smile never left his face. Anyone could tell that he was in a dreamlike state. By the time they left the restaurant, he couldn’t even walk properly.
“I’ll drive, so give me the keys.”
When Dane held out his hand, he chuckled and shook his head.
“No, I’m going to take you home…”
Dane glanced at Grayson and then turned his gaze back to George.
“You’re drunk. You drank too.”
“I’m the only one who didn’t drink. So I’ll drive.”
“I can’t…”
George continued to resist, but Dane wouldn’t tolerate wasting time like this. Dane suddenly tapped one of his shoulders, and George, who was standing defenselessly, staggered back. He almost fell, but he was blocked by the statue-like man standing behind him, so he managed to stay on his feet while staggering.
“Hold him.”
Dane, who had ordered Grayson, rummaged through George’s pockets without hesitation. Dane easily found the keys in his pants pocket, turned around first, and walked toward the car.
“Heeing…”
Grayson, who glanced down at the man who made a puppy-like sound, patted the shoulder he was still holding.
“Cheer up, you had a fun lunch anyway, right? That’s enough.”
At those words, George raised his head. He stretched his neck and looked up at Grayson and asked.
“Do you think so?”
“Of course, of course. It’s a memory that will last a lifetime, isn’t it?”
When he said the kind of flattering words that everyone says at times like this, he made a puppy-like sound. Grayson was so dumbfounded that he laughed briefly, and then Dane, who had opened the passenger door of the car, walked over.
“Give him to me.”
Dane, who had taken the man, held him in his arms and said to Grayson.
“I’m going to take George home and then leave, so you can go on your own.”
“What?”
Grayson involuntarily asked back at the unexpected situation. However, Dane continued with a nonchalant face, as if he didn’t care about his reaction.
“You can take a taxi or something, right? Then I’ll be on my way…”
“Wait…”
Just as Grayson was about to say something, George, who was leaning his head against Dane’s chest, raised his head, blinked his hazy eyes, and asked.
“Hey, how about we go to my place for another drink?”
Grayson frowned at the unclear pronunciation, but Dane’s reaction was different.
“Shall we?”
At the words spoken with a faint smile, George suddenly jumped up and shouted in surprise.
“Really?”
“Weren’t you drunk?”
Grayson was immediately dumbfounded by his appearance, shouting with clear pronunciation and focused eyes, unlike before. Then, George, who was startled again, didn’t know what to do, but Dane said nonchalantly.
“That’s good, I don’t sleep with drunk people.”