As Hezron was about to descend the stairs, Zecher's voice cut through the air with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Will you be away again?" he asked, his tone carrying a hint of uncertainty.
Hezron paused mid-step, his hand gripping the railing tightly as he turned to face Zecher. There was a flicker of irritation in his eyes, a trace of defiance that hinted at the underlying tension between them. "What do you care?" he retorted, his voice tinged with a touch of bitterness.
Zecher's expression remained composed, but there was a subtle tightening of his jaw, a sign of the emotions simmering beneath the surface. "I care because..." he started, then paused, as if reconsidering his words.
Hezron's gaze remained steady, a silent challenge in his eyes as he waited for Zecher to continue.
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