Chapter 758: I’ll Make It Mean Something
Dylan looked between Liam and Asher for another moment, his tired eyes narrowing slightly as if his half-dead brain was trying to decide whether this was something he should witness or something that might end with him being caught between two people who could turn the corridor into rubble if the wrong words were said.
In the end, exhaustion won over curiosity. He lifted both hands a little higher and gave a weak, crooked grin, though even that looked like it cost him some effort.
"Yeah, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that," he said, stepping backward toward his own room. "Whatever intense rival conversation you two are about to have, please don’t do it in a way that wakes me up. I have suffered enough. If I hear explosions before morning, I’m reporting both of you to whoever looks most annoyed."
Neither Liam nor Asher responded to that immediately, and Dylan seemed to take the silence as permission to escape. He gave Liam a small nod, then glanced at Asher with a look that carried more awareness than his usual joking expression suggested.
For all his foolishness and teasing, Dylan was not stupid. He could feel the tension between them. He could tell Asher was not asking for a casual talk, and he could tell Liam had already understood that.
Still, Dylan chose not to interfere.
He turned away and dragged himself down the corridor toward his room, muttering something under his breath about baths, beds, and how the academy owed them all compensation for emotional damages.
Once Dylan disappeared into his room and the door closed behind him, the corridor grew quieter. Then after a moment, Liam turned as if to continue walking.
"Not now."
Asher’s jaw tightened. "Not now?"
Liam did not look back immediately. "I’m tired."
"So is everyone else."