Tristan left the door and settled on the bench, his gaze fixed on Aiden, who stood a few feet away with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
"You should sit down. If you keep standing like that, you might end up too tired to play in tomorrow's game." Tristan gestured gently to the empty spot beside him.
Aiden didn’t move, only staring back at Tristan. For a moment, it looked like he wouldn’t give in. But after a long silence, he let out a sigh and slowly walked over, dropping onto the bench beside Tristan.
They sat in silence, the air thick with awkwardness and tension. Aiden wasn't sure if he should start a conversation, and Tristan, too, didn’t know where to begin. But a question had been weighing on Tristan's mind for some time. Finally, he took a deep breath and broke the si
