You two weren't really anything. Tadeus sat on the edge of the bed, sliding his grey tank top back on as you lied there under the covers.

You knew he was busy, being one of the twelve Apostles. You're aware of what he does for a living. He barely has time for you unless it's something like this.

The silence was loud. Tadeus took a small glance at you then back at the wall. "I'll get going." He coldly says, getting up from the bed.