Chapter Two Hundred Fourteen

Warren watched Hans' house from inside his car. After coming home from the hospital, he accidentally came to the house. But he hesitated to ring the doorbell. He knew that Hans would probably be angry with him if he said that he didn't say that his confession was just a joke. But he also didn't want to keep the secret for too long.

Hans is his lover, and Warren wants to tell the whole world.

He then grabbed his cell phone and dialed Hans' number. He waited a while until he heard a dial tone.

"Hello…"

Hans' voice sounded heavy. He was silent. Suddenly, he didn't know how to talk to him.

"Warren, say something."

"Hey… Are you okay?" mumbled Warren.

Hans just mumbled softly. "Are you home yet?"

"Uhm. I'm home." Then he exhaled slowly. "Hans..."

"Sorry… Because I hit you. I shouldn't be so harsh. Sorry..."

"It doesn't matter. I deserve it, Han. And maybe I deserve a harder hit than you too."

Hans was silent.