Lyric made his presence known as he stepped into the room, and all eyes landed on him. Well, almost all eyes, Roland was staring at the ground.
“Have you been crying?” Rio asked. He was staring at Max, but the question was aimed at him.
“No,” he replied.
“Your eyes are red,” Chris said gently, touching his shoulder with a slight frown. “Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong. I was just rubbing them.
“What?” Claure asked.
“They stung,”
“Why?” Lyric glared at Zeke, who shrugged, mumbling about it being a simple question.
“How am I meant to know?” Lyric replied.
The conversation died down, and after some not-so-subtle hand gestures and glances, Rio decided they should watch a movie. And well, trying to fit nine people on a two-person bed and ensuring they could see the screen was
