[It's something, anyway. Not a lot, but at least he isn't gonna bolt. Greed exhales harshly, moving to sprawl in one of the other chairs, facing him. He's tense, and yet it's hard not to roll his eyes and scoff at Adrian. It's hard not to instinctively push him away, just for the sake of protecting his heart.

But now that he's got him here, what does he say? An apology, maybe, but . . . he glances away for a few seconds.]

. . . you know, you're right there.

[His voice is lower, softer.]

And I definitely wouldn't be bothering with all this shit if all you'd ever been was a fuck. And I think you know that.