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The day has been so long that Henry almost falls asleep on the drive home, leaning against the seat of his Mercedes, he sighs. He rarely gets tired like this. Never even. His body doesn't need much sleep. But here, having to look after a panicked Francis, Camilla, and Charles all day after telling them about the journal situation, was more than exhausting. And the worst part is that the day wasn't over. Bunny was leaning against his front door. He must have been waiting for him to come home. Henry raises an eyebrow.
- The only people I bring home are the ones I fuck. He says, sliding his key into the lock.
- I'll stay on the doorstep then.
- Okay.
But he doesn't stay there. He comes in and sits on his couch, without asking. Henry holds back the sharp remark that burns his lips. He looks as tired as he is, he doesn't understand what he's doing here. After a long silence, Bunny speaks out.
- Anything new in the last few weeks?
- No, not at all. You?
- A lot and nothing at the same time.
- What do you mean by that?
- I've been doing a lot of interesting reading.
- I had guessed. What did you find out?
- Things you won't like.
- I like everything. Especially if it's about me.
- All my theories lead me back to one person, you.
- Spare me the dramatic tone. Henry says with a laugh.
- I'm serious, Winter.
Henry laughs again. He didn't call him 'Winter' since freshman year. He can already imagine his theories, and even if he's right, he can destroy them in a few words. He knows it very well. But he is adorable, totally into the idea of righteousness, about doing the right thing. Henry admires his determination which, despite everything, really makes him want to laugh.
- I want you to give me the journal.
- You're not going to do that again, are you? We already went over this in Italy.
- Yes, I am. And if you refuse, I'll tell the police that the night the farmer died, I saw you coming back from the wood covered in blood.
- Blackmail Bunny, really?
- Perfectly.
- You are tired, go back to your dorm.
- I'm not tired! Said Bunny, raising his voice.
- You don't want the truth; you think you do, but I can assure you that you don't! You just want the luxury of knowledge.
- I'll not leave until you tell me everything.
Dead silence felt in the room. He will never be able to find any real evidence against him. All he has was assumptions.