The others didn't say anything and simply left. Creed patted his head as he walked past him, and he watched as they all went without a complaint.
No matter who was in the room, he wouldn’t speak. Why didn’t they see that?
"Lyric, it's only us three now," Claire said slowly, smiling. Lyric peeled his eyes away from the door to look at her. "Can you please tell us why you were living in the shed?"
He refused to talk.
There would be a high chance that they'd use that against him.
A very high chance. He couldn't risk that.
He stared blankly at their faces.
"He's not going to talk!" Roland snapped at Claire.
"Row. A word," Claire hissed. Roland muttered something as he left the room. Lyric was surprised when he returned holding a plate, toothbrush, toothpaste and a glass of water.
