Bryan's POV
I shoved another folded shirt into my bag, not bothering to smooth it out. I’m not the type to pack neatly. A week’s worth of clothing, some documents, my dagger, and that was it. If I needed anything else, I’d just take it when I got there.
Henry sat on the edge of my bed, swinging his leg like a bored child. “You pack like a savage,” he muttered, watching me shove a jacket in on top of the shirts.
I gave him a side-eye. “I fight like one too. You volunteering for a demonstration?”
He smirked. “Oh, I’d win.”
I zipped the bag halfway, leaned against it, and smirked back. “Henry, if I even breathe aggressively in your direction, you’ll start writing your will.”
He snorted and leaned back on his palms. “So scary.”
The banter was pointless, but we always fell into it whenev
