My Trump Card

I returned to the hotel room, and Neil seemed to have just finished grooming, changing clothes, with breakfast untouched on the table. He looked puzzled when he saw me, freezing midway through dressing, one shoulder still unclad. He was adorable like that. Remembering Harry's remark about Neil's emotions being rooted in fear, I approached and hugged his slender waist.

"Awake now?"

"Yeah, Ryan, where did you go so early?"

"I went to see Harry."

"Did you... did you guys argue?" He looked tense, so I quickly patted his head.

"No, don't worry. He checked out this morning, we just talked briefly."

"Good, that's a relief. Have you had breakfast? Mine's untouched, want to have it together?" With emotions settled, I once again felt his tenderness.

"Don't bother with this breakfast; let's go out for your favorite Chinese breakfast."

"But won't this be a waste?"

"Who cares about waste? Your happiness matters most to me." I playfully pinched his nose, like teasing a child.

"Haha, okay, let me fr