"What did Dad say? Did he agree?" Aryan asked the very moment Evan entered their room. He had been waiting impatiently, pacing near the bed, eyes filled with both curiosity and nervousness.
Evan hesitated, his silence speaking louder than words.
"He doesn't agree, right?" Aryan quickly concluded, carefully watching Evan's expression. He sighed, forcing a casual tone. "It's okay. Why feel down over such silly things? We can ask again later… when his mood is a little better."
But before Aryan could finish, Evan suddenly pulled him into a hug. Strong, desperate, wordless.
Aryan froze in surprise, his hands dangling at his sides. After a moment, he spoke softly, "Did he scold you or something? What happened?" His voice was gentle, almost cautious, as though he feared pressing too hard.
Evan slowly loosened his arms and stepped back. "Nothing," he replied quickly, trying to mask his emotions.
"Are you sure?" Aryan tilted his head, eyes narrowing with quiet suspicion.
