I immediately stood up.
Again.
"Conversation over."
Ryan grabbed my sleeve.
Again.
"Sit down."
"No."
"Rin."
"Absolutely not."
"Rin."
"Never."
The two exchanged a glance.
A very suspicious glance.
The kind of glance people exchanged after discovering a secret.
I hated it.
Ryan slowly looked back at me.
"...Someone definitely hurt him."
"No one hurt me."
"Someone hurt him."
"No."
"He sounds hurt."
"I'm not hurt."
Leo rubbed his chin.
"...A little hurt."
"I'm going home."
"You can't."
"Watch me."
Ryan's expression suddenly became serious.
Which somehow scared me more than his joking.
"...Rin."
"What?"
"...Are you okay?"
The question caught me off guard.
For a moment, the teasing disappeared.
The jokes disappeared.
Only concern remained.
The kind that came from friends.
Idiots.
But friends.
I looked away.
"...I'm fine."
Ryan stared at me for a few seconds.
Then nodded.
Leo did the same.
Neither pushed further.
Thank God.
