ログインThe room had been quiet for a long time.Not the kind of silence that felt empty—but the kind that settled, steady and unmoving, like it had decided to stay.Oliver sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, fingers loosely clasped together.He hadn’t moved much in the last hour.Maybe longer.Time had stopped feeling clear somewhere between the confrontation and now.The curtains were half-drawn, letting in a muted wash of late afternoon light. It stretched across the floor, catching on the edge of the desk, the chair, the wall—everything still, everything untouched.Caspian sat a few feet away.Close enough to be there.Far enough to give space.He hadn’t asked anything since they got back.Hadn’t pushed.Hadn’t tried to fill the quiet with words that wouldn’t land.Oliver was aware of him.Even without looking.That awareness sat somewhere in the background—steady, constant.Not demanding.Just… there.“You don’t have to stay.”The words came out quieter than Oliver
The room was quiet in a way that felt deliberate.Not empty.Not peaceful.Just… still.Oliver hadn’t moved much since he got back.He’d changed out of his jacket at some point, though he didn’t remember doing it. It was folded over the back of a chair, slightly uneven, like it had been dropped and adjusted halfway through.Everything else stayed where it was.His bag near the desk.His phone on the table.Screen dark.Notifications piling up, unseen.He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting loosely on his knees, hands hanging between them.Not clenched.Not shaking.Just there.The kind of stillness that came after something had already gone too far.A soft knock broke through the silence.Oliver didn’t answer.The door opened anyway.Caspian stepped in without hesitation, closing it quietly behind him.He didn’t speak right away.Didn’t ask anything.He took in the room first.Then Oliver.Nothing looked broken.Nothing looked out of place.But something was.Caspian walked in
The room didn’t empty all at once.Max was the first to leave. He pushed off the table with a quiet mutter about needing air, though no one asked where he was going. The door shut a little harder than necessary behind him.Sarah stayed longer.She gathered her things slowly, like she was still deciding whether to say something else. Her eyes moved to Oliver more than once, each time lingering a second too long.“Don’t disappear,” she said finally.It wasn’t sharp. Not even firm.Just direct.Oliver nodded once.“I won’t.”She held his gaze for a moment, like she was measuring the truth of that, then gave a small nod of her own.“Good.”Then she left too.The room grew quiet after that.Not the earlier kind of quiet—this one settled deeper, heavier. The kind that made every small sound stand out. The faint hum of the lights. The distant noise from outside. The soft shift of a chair when someone moved.Oliver didn’t move.Caspian didn’t either.Minutes passed.Or maybe longer.Time didn
The walk back felt longer than it should have. Oliver didn’t rush. He didn’t slow down either. Just steady steps across pavement that still held the heat of the afternoon. Voices drifted past him—students talking, laughing, arguing over nothing important. It all sounded distant, like it was happening behind glass. Caspian stayed beside him. Not close enough to crowd. Not far enough to disappear. Neither of them spoke. By the time they reached the building, Oliver pushed the door open without looking back. Caspian followed. Inside, the room was already occupied. Max leaned against the table, arms folded tight across his chest. Sarah sat on one of the chairs, her phone in her hand but her attention fixed on the door the second it opened. They both saw Oliver’s face. Max straightened. “What happened?” Oliver didn’t answer immediately. He walked past them, dropped his bag onto the table, and pulled out a chair. The legs scraped lightly against the floor as he sat. Caspian sta
Oliver didn’t ask if it was a good idea.He didn’t frame it as a discussion.“I’m going to see him.”That was all he said.Max reacted first.“That’s not smart.”It wasn’t harsh. Just immediate.Sarah didn’t interrupt, but her expression shifted slightly, like she was already thinking three steps ahead.“What exactly are you expecting to get out of that?” she asked.Oliver didn’t answer right away.Because the truth was—He didn’t know.Not clearly.Not in a way that made sense when said out loud.“I’m not going for answers,” he said finally.That much, at least, was certain.Max let out a quiet breath, running a hand through his hair.“Then don’t go.”Oliver shook his head once.“I have to.”There was something final in the way he said it.Not emotional.Not stubborn.Just… decided.Caspian had been quiet the entire time.Watching.Listening.Measuring the space between what Oliver was saying—and what he wasn’t.“I’ll come with you,” he said.Oliver didn’t argue.That, more than anyt
The building wasn’t far.That didn’t make the walk feel shorter.Max had said something before they left—something about waiting, about planning it properly—but Oliver had already picked up his jacket.Caspian followed without arguing.Sarah stayed behind.Not because she didn’t want to come.Because she understood this wasn’t a group moment.Max lasted exactly thirty seconds before giving in.“I’m coming,” he said, grabbing his keys.Oliver didn’t stop him.He just kept walking.Ethan’s department building was quieter than the rest of campus.Late afternoon had already started thinning out the crowds, leaving long hallways and half-lit corners behind.Oliver didn’t slow down.He didn’t hesitate at the entrance either.He pushed the door open like he’d been there before.Max caught up beside him. “You sure he’s here?”“Yes.”“You texted him?”“No.”Max blinked. “Then how—”“He’ll be here.”C