✿One less time.𝐶⃟🎼

One morning, like any other. With rays of sunlight streaming through the window, in pleasant weather for a season that had been cold from morning till night. John got up early and began to dress while Hastie, who had already been dressed for almost half an hour, prepared his dissection material for a class.
Do you have a debate today?
Lanyon asked to break the silence.
Regarding criminal law, yes. He answered simply.
The other one let out a low sigh, more theatrical than real.
Ah, ethics in defense.
He complained calmly as he closed his briefcase.
You have impressive patience. She added with a slight smile.
Utterson barely smiled, buttoning his jacket. An elegant beige one.
"I must have it," she asserted.
Hastie nodded, watching Gabriel intently.
I suppose that's how it is.
He whispered, catching his friend's eye after a few seconds.
"You suppose?" he questioned with that persistent, somewhat tired, but endearing smile he always had.

The other man nodded again, getting up and approaching his friend.
I mean, if you didn't have it, you'd be a disaster in your profession.
He joked as he picked up the tie that was still on the bed, guiding it towards Gabriel's neck.
With deliberate slowness he began to tie his tie, standing quite close, which was almost natural for both of them.
It would be a disaster.
Gabriel assured him, remaining still while Hastie helped him.
I believe it.
The other replied, finishing his sentence and placing his hands on his friend's chest. Perhaps an unnecessary touch.
"You look good, " Lanyon said a few seconds later, giving her a slight smile.
Thank you.
There was a brief silence, filled with words that went unheard.