No one P.O.V

Damien stared down at his lap, fiddling with the knife in his hands Occasionally, trying to bite back any nervousness that had shown.

His boyfriend had caught him murdering someone and well...now he's unsure of where this is gonna go..

He half expected Leland to take the logical route and call the police, maybe even stall him and keep him here Till the police arrived.

Not that he would run..he had promised he wouldn't after all. But he didn't expect Leland to trust his word what's so ever. He had no reason too.

Eventually a kettle of boiling hot tea was set down on the table, the teapot resting on a sunflower shaped mat to insure it wouldn't burn the table.

Leland stared into damien's mixmatched voids for eyes and damien Gulped slightly, moving very slowly to put his knife on the table, pushing it out of his reach to comfort Leland.

Leland noticed this and acknowledged it with a small nod before he sat down, sitting across the table as he folds his arms together.

"Your in for a very....very..long talk" Leland said with a monotone voice, his legs folding over the other.

"Oh joy.."