After a while, the door opened again, and Mathew stepped inside, a small bag swinging from his hand."Look what I bought," he said, holding it up proudly. "The store you mentioned wasn't open at this hour so I had to go to another—" He caught sight of Silius's expression and stopped mid-sentence, the smile faltering. "*Frown.* What's wrong?"Silius looked at him steadily. "Did you tell your mother that I don't wanna go to the party?"Mathew blinked, genuinely thrown. "What party?""The one that Dylan Grey is holding," Silius said, watching him carefully now, searching for any flicker of guilt.There was none — only confusion, real and unmistakable. "….. I thought you would be too tired to go to any events," Mathew said slowly, working it out as he spoke. "You know… you've been working a lot lately, day and even night."Silius felt some of the tension in his chest loosen, though not all of it. "*Blush.* Mathewww," he said, equal parts exasperated and touched, because of course that was
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