Lucius shut the door of Zayne's room quietly before making his way back to the living room. Tonight had been heavy with drinks, and deep conversations with all of his friends. He couldn't help but worry about Zayne, who was still coping with June's betrayal.
As he crossed the room, his gaze landed on Roger, still seated in the armchair, a glass of alcohol clutched in his hand.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Lucius asked, stopping beside the couch.
Roger lifted his gaze, his eyes slightly hazy from the alcohol. "Boss," he murmured, pausing as if searching for words. "I'm just… not sleepy yet."
Lucius sank onto the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "What's on your mind now?"
Roger exhaled heavily, his fingers tightening around the glass. "I feel so damn unlucky," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration.
