Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-28412230-20170601002242

''"Well, uhm, I have a husband." Harvard answered, a tiny breath wheezed out of his lungs before he adjusted the blanket around him. As soon as the subject was brought up, a flustered, embarrassed expression plastered his face, fiddling with his engagement ring.''

"My husband is your uncle."

''His smile widened significantly just thinking about him. The way that his naivety spilled from him whenever the duo discovered anything, his smile, hell, even how he always fussed over Harvard. Immediately, he furrowed his brows, glancing to his cell phone on the dresser.''

''Speaking of Leon, he pondered what took him very long at Elizabeth's house. Maybe he and Ophelia were taking a long time to clean up? Soon enough, he bursted from the blanket he was cocooned in, revealing his boxers and bare torso of scars and stitches while he frantically dialed his lover's number, hoping that nothing bad happened to him.''

Harvard doesn't trust him to go near that vile woman again.