No pressure.
Neville pulled up the files he had prepared before departure and began reviewing them.
After a moment of silence, curiosity got the better of him.
"Why do we have the whole floor to ourselves?" He asked Bryan.
He was expecting him to say that these were just privileges. He should just relax and enjoy the benefits of tagging along.
But it was Grayson who answered.
"I don't like the noise."
The response was so honest, so unexpectedly simple, that Neville was dumbfounded.
Eventually, he couldn't help but laugh.
It wasn't good to laugh at this time, nor was it appropriate either. He tried to restrain his laugh, but he couldn't stop it. He tried to press a hand over his mouth, but it did little to stop it either.
Grayson's gaze landed on him, and Neville felt the cold sweat dripping down his back, but he was still snickering.
"Did I say something amusing?"
"N-no." Neville's voice came out strangled, and he coughed a little. "Sorry, sir. I just—"
"Hm?"
