Chapter 72 Closed Eyes

Dante's POV
Cole didn't ask me anything. Not one thing. I knew he was dying to ask, I knew he was curious, but he didn't ask, knowing fully well that I would've told him if I had wanted to. I always knew that he was like that. The type to read the room and intuitively know what to do and what not to do, the type who sees things that ordinarily, other people won't see. I always knew he was that caring and compassionate, but his action that night reminded me of that quality in him, making my heart beat a bit faster for him.
I was also thankful that he didn't ask me anything, because tell me how the hell I was going to explain to him that the reason I was crying was because some guy that I was in a situationship with (I call it situationship because what Basil and I had was definitely not a relationship, at least not yet) got shot and was being hospitalized. I mean, will that even make sense?