There was a moment of silence after Killian's parting words—one that stretched uncomfortably between the two of them.
Ollie, who was still being held like a front-facing bundle of existential dread, didn't quite know where to look. His flushed face was buried halfway in Kyle's chest, unsure whether he should scream, hide, or pass out. Preferably all three.
Kyle, for his part, didn't move.
For once, the ever-unflappable Kyle Nox was actually…flustered.
Passable. Sometimes. Kyle internally winced. His brother was definitely getting spiked tea the next time they saw each other, if he could help it.
But more than the usual brotherly retaliation, what made Kyle's throat tighten was how real this was starting to feel.
