Tell Me
Silence. Silence and the random clattering of utensils bumping against a plate. A tense shoulder with small glances and a relaxed shoulder with a distant gaze. That was the atmosphere Boris was in. The atmosphere he shared with Dominic.
It was extremely unsettling. More terrifying than the quiet days he had spent alone in this very eating hall while Dominic was away.
Boris glanced at the used napkin beside Dominic's dish and quietly slid over his napkin to Dominic's side, but not a mutter of recognition came from Dominic. The barely audible shuffling of their small interaction melted into the clatter of utensils against a plate. It was one of the many non-verbal since they had met roughly 45 minutes ago. They had only had one verbal conversation in those 45 minutes, and it was the brief exchange of greeting when Boris visited Dominic's room to escort him to breakfast.