When Dallas left the rooftop, he didn't head back to the room again, just like didn't last night.
The thought of returning there felt heavy, so he spent the night in the gym room again.
Morning came slowly, pale light filtering in through the windows, and only then did he finally leave to return to his own room.
On his way, his mind raced, circling over every word he had spoken the night before, the anger and frustration still burning in his chest.
How was he supposed to act around Axel now? The memory of his own voice, the confessions and accusations he had thrown at Ivan, haunted him, reverberating with a weight he hadn't anticipated.
The words echoed back fragments of what Axel had said the morning prior, when he had admitted that being around Dallas made him feel like a burden.
They weren't just Axel's words, they were Dallas's reality now, mirrored back at him through the conversation with Ivan.
