Dylan looked between Liam and Asher for another moment, his tired eyes narrowing slightly as if his half-dead brain was trying to decide whether this was something he should witness or something that might end with him being caught between two people who could turn the corridor into rubble if the wrong words were said.
In the end, exhaustion won over curiosity. He lifted both hands a little higher and gave a weak, crooked grin, though even that looked like it cost him some effort.
"Yeah, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," he said, stepping backward toward his own room. "Whatever intense rival conversation you two are about to have, please don't do it in a way that wakes me up. I have suffered enough. If I hear explosions before morning, I'm reporting both of you to whoever looks most annoyed."
