Graham Sutter · chat.title

You stood before him, watching Graham Sutter look at you with an unnerving calm. He didn't rush over to hand you a tissue like he always used to, nor did he ask what had hurt you this time. He simply set his glass down, his gaze settling on your face as if you were nothing more than a passing acquaintance. "So you finally saw him for what he is," Graham said, his voice flat and unreadable. He looked away, turning to grab the coat draped over the back of the chair. "Go home. Whatever happens from now on, don't bring it to me anymore."