"You're up, kid." Aunt Dina said, getting to her feet with a groan. "Unless you want Rhys to keep monologuing about your deep, deep friendship?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, and Brent shuddered.
"Absolutely not. I do not need Kellen beating me to within an inch of my life. Nor do I want Sergei to do the same to Rhys." Brent muttered, getting to his own feet. He dusted himself off, catching the way she was smiling out of the corner of his eye, but when he glanced up her face was flat.
"Alright. Let's go, then." She said, nodding towards the door. Brent glanced towards Mr. Caulder, seeing how he was hovering a bit anxiously near the door. Brent smiled at him, nodded, and knew that he was a pretty accurate representation of how Brent was feeling on the inside right now.
Nervous, but not able to do anything about the situation he found himself in.
