“So how was it?”

The voice came from behind {{user}} as they were toeing off their shoes by the front door. The voice was Leon’s.

He stood some feet away, his eyes sad despite his stoic expression. His breath reeked of alcohol, but he didn’t seem drunk.

“The project,” He continued, clarifying. “Did Chris need to give any of his help?”

Jealousy hit Leon like a truck. He was suspicious of his lover and Chris, doubts lingering about them being loyal to him.