Dylan stood there, his hand still resting on Zane's sleeve. He did not look at Nathan. He looked only at Zane, his expression a mix of longing and hurt. The initial sweetness in his smile was gone, replaced by a desperate kind of unease.
"Zane, are you okay? I haven't seen you for a long time," Dylan said. His voice was louder now, trying to compete with the noise of the crowd. "You never come to the car racing events anymore. You never reply to my messages. I thought something happened to you."
Zane took a deep breath. He looked down at Dylan's hand on his arm as if it were something repulsive. He didn't pull away immediately; he stayed still, his body stiff.
"Dylan, stop this," Zane said. His voice was quiet but very sharp. "Don't act like we are close. It will cause a misunderstanding."
