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I’m pretty sure that man is my uncle, and he’s biased, but I smile at his compliment. “Well, I’m glad you decided to give it a try.”
“Me too.”
“Why are you single?” I ask softly, using the question he asked me on the beach.
“If someone as perfect as you is single, what kind of chance is there for a man like me?” he asks, watching me. The look in his eyes is curious, intense. He’s serious, but he wants to know what I think. I think that he’s intrigued by me, but he doesn’t know if he’s making a mistake by being here tonight. I feel like he struggles with himself every time he sees me. I don’t like that, and I don’t want him to do that. He doesn’t want to regret his decisions, but neither do I.
“And what kind of man is that?” I ask, looking up at him through my lashes.
“Not a good one,” he replies simply, like he’s reciting a fact. He truly thinks he is a bad man.
“Will you tell me why you think that?” I ask, wishing to know.
He looks down at his hands and turns them over so they’re palm up. “I’ve just done bad things, Brielle. I want to move forward now, but it’s hard.”
“Maybe I can help you,” I say, and clear my throat. I realize how stupid that might sound, but I mean it. I’d help him in any way I can. “I mean, I can listen if you need someone to talk to. With no judgment.”
His lips tighten. “You’re the last person I’d want to have hear about these things, Brielle.”
“I shouldn’t be,” I say, taking his hand in mine and squeezing gently. “Tell me something about you, Sylar.”
“I’d much rather hear about you,” he says, running his thumb over my knuckles.
“How about I start, but then you have to give me something. It doesn’t need to be deep. It could be something small, like your favourite colour or the places you’ve travelled to,” I say, expression gentle.
“Okay,” he says, shoulders relaxing.
I smile and tell him that my favourite colour is black, and that I’ve always wanted to go to Las Vegas. I tell him that I’ve only been in one serious relationship, and that it left me scarred, but not broken. I tell him that one day I’d love to go snowboarding, and I tell him about my wonderful relationship with my parents. He tells me that his father died when he was ten, and that his uncle took him and his two brothers in. He can’t remember his mother. Sebastian chose med school, while he and Spencer had no choice but to go into the family business, although he doesn’t say what that is. His favourite colour was grey, although he said now he thinks it’s green.
Green, like my eyes?
I blush at the thought.
I ask him what emotion he feels the most.
He tells me it’s guilt.
I don’t ask why, but I want to know.
What has he done to feel so guilty?
