Chapitre 192: Almost himself

"It's something," Davi insisted. 

Vice didn't answer him, he lowered his eyes and looked at his bare feet.

His apartment looked like a warzone; he hated mess. Not to the point of obsession, but he wouldn't let his house look like this. He had told Davi that he loved Ivo, but now he wanted Davi to help him on his own.

"Was someone here?" Davi looked around, looking for traces of someone else. Everything looked rummaged through, but there wasn't any specific sign of someone other than Vice having done it.

"Just me."

"What were you looking for?"

Vice shrugged, his lips flattened into a tight line. "That's for me to know."

"I'm not playing, Vice. This is serious. If you're in trouble you need to let me know."

Vice slipped around him and out of the kitchen, putting distance between them. Evading Davi and his questions.