Eugene took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, managing his emotions. He wiped his face and massaged his throbbing temple, suddenly missing his alpha's pheromone so much. He should have asked Arthur to infuse his pheromone on a keyring or something...
"It's...fuck—it's so annoying to say this," Eugene cursed. Rather than anger, he sounded more frustrated. "It's so annoying to say that after everything, Dad is still thinking about you, still remembering your number, still saving your contact..."
Eugene grabbed the tea on the table and drank the hot contents at once, slamming the cup down as the liquid stung his tongue and throat a little bit. It distracted him enough from the lump or anger pressing on his heart.
At the youngest's word, Michael parted his lips in a daze. "He...does?"
"You don't deserve it," Eugene hissed.
