The room doesn’t stay awkward for long.
It shifts.
Francesco leans back beside me, finally letting his attention drift across the room.
“So,” he says lightly, glancing toward the new guys, “You all just going to watch, or do you actually talk?”
Damon huffs a quiet breath, leaning forward slightly.
“Depends what we’re walking into.”
Francesco’s mouth tilts.
“Something organized.”
Enzo adds, calm as ever—
“More than it looks.”
Roman watches them both, quiet, taking it in.
Zane steps a little further into the room now, no longer hanging back completely.
“You run things tight?” he asks.
Max shifts in his seat, smirking faintly.
“Depends what you consider tight.”
Cassian exhales through his nose.
“Structured,” he corrects.
Zane nods once, like that’s what he expected.
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