“What do you mean nothing?” Hubert grabbed his arm trying to stop him. “After all, I can see that there is something!”
“Nothing. Leave it. It's none of your business” Adam snarled.
“What do you mean it's none of my business?”
“Don't make a scene!”
“I won't if you give me a reasonable reason why you're spurning me like this. Adam!”
Lechoń concentrated for a moment, then moved away. He wasn't listening, he didn't want to hear it. He wanted to be as far away from Hubert as possible. He gave half a step, so Raymund grabbed his wrist and pulled him along. Adam didn't even have half a second to object. He helplessly followed him. Raymund didn't care if people were looking at them, although they weren't. Even if someone did pay attention to them, they didn't go around him enough to look or think.
Hubert pulled him aside, to the same spot where he had so recently seen Adam fainting. He pinned him to the same granite wall and, wrapping his arms around him, insisted: