NIX raised an eyebrow.
"Don't look at me. I'm not Valeric."
"But I came all the way here from home," Diego continued. "I expected a hug from you, Valeric. Do you know how scary it feels to live close to that old man?"
They all settled down, and Valeric sat down on his office chair, his suit jacket hung on the coat hanger close to the window.
"I did ask you to live with me, didn't I?" Nix said it with a hint of scorn in his tone.
"Why would I live with you? I don't like you, you're too stingy," Diego said, turning his attention to Valeric. "But if Val asked me to, I would agree. He's not stingy like you!"
Nix's eye twitched. "If I'm stingy, the word shouldn't exist anymore. Idiot!"
"Talk to yourself." The younger man scoffed, and as if he had a split personality, his violet eyes dimmed, and he looked at Valeric. "I heard you got married, Val."
Valeric made no response.