Xavier didn't feel like going to the academy today.
Not because he was lazy—but because it just didn't matter anymore.
Not to him.
Once his revenge was complete, he was leaving this planet anyway. The academy? These classrooms? That world of status and pretense?
It would all be beneath his feet soon.
He stepped out of his room, towel still draped over his shoulders, abs faintly glistening under the apartment's morning lights.
Eamon was sitting on the living room couch. Dressed. Ready. But not moving. Just staring at the wall with this faraway look in his eyes.
Xavier slowed his steps. He remembered—Eamon had asked to meet him in the morning a few days ago. But the guy never showed up. Now here he was, sitting like a man drowning in silence.
Xavier walked over and stood next to the couch. "You good?"
Eamon blinked, startled out of his daze. He looked up and smiled, a little forced. "Oh… hey. Yeah. I was just about to head out for work."
