Victor's wrist tensed beneath Zeno's hand. However, Zeno didn't let go. He only tilted his head slightly, a ploy to make himself appear as clueless and innocent as possible.
The others watched the scene with bated breaths, and even as the injured extra woke up, their focus was still on Victor and Zeno.
Jace quickly tended to the hurt man, giving him a bottle of cold water. The set was still silent until Victor let out a short laugh.
"Zeno, you're early. You're not supposed to be here yet."
"I went out on a run," Zeno said, not loosening his grip.
"Right," Victor muttered, a forced smile tugging at his lips as he pulled his hand back with a strained chuckle. "Of course."
Then, in a complete one-eighty, Victor knelt down beside the collapsed extra. "Are you alright, Marvin?" he asked in a softer tone—one he didn't use when Zeno wasn't around.
Zeno smirked in amusement. Victor actually knew the name of this extra?
Marvin stirred weakly, lifting his head an inch. "Y-Yes, sir."
