"Go rest now."
Myles got to his feet, reaching over without much ceremony to pull the notebook out of Blake's line of sight before putting it neatly into the backpack.
Not that it was necessary.
'Jeez, I'm seriously tired.'
He stretched his arms over his head, yawning as his shoulders loosened, the tension from earlier finally catching up to him.
Now… this was the moment.
"So, did you see Anthony and Asher around?"
Myles stepped closer, his pace unhurried. He stopped just in front of Blake, bending slightly at the waist as he let out a quiet sigh.
"I did."
"Ah, I see…"
Blake's response came slower than usual.
He was the one who asked, but that didn't mean he liked the answer. If anything, he had hoped for the opposite. A simple no would've been enough.
"Did you talk to them?"
"No."
That definitely helped, since a small, quiet relief settled in his chest, even if his face didn't show it, of at least he hopes it doesn't.
