Big brother?
Killian stared at the two, especially at George who walked past him like he was just another trainee in the hall and not someone that he had dragged half-dead two weeks ago.
Did I just get ignored? I almost forgot how that felt.
He breathed out, tilting his head slightly.
"Still I can't believe the Director has a teenage son, and there's George?" He muttered. The Director still looked like she was in her late twenties, with how agile she spoke.
He turned away first, folding his arms and he continued to the exit because whatever that situation was, he didn't want to be involved.
"Are you getting in or not?"
Killian stopped at the door, loosening his folded arms.
"Have it to yourself." He didn't turn back. "Why do you care—"
"Killian?"
Killian frowned at that, turning properly this time at George. "I said, have the room to yourself. I'd come back when—"
