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Adrien sat in silence for a bit, the flickering candlelight dancing between us. Outside, the storm continued to pound, filling the quiet with low, rumbling sounds. I could feel his gaze on me, uncertain and maybe even a little conflicted. Then, finally, he broke the silence.
"What do you mean it reminds you of your dad?" His voice was cautious, but there was a curiosity tucked beneath his attempt at indifference.
I glanced up and for a heartbeat, it felt like he actually cared. But then he exhaled, rubbed the back of his neck, and muttered, "Not that I care or anything. I just—whatever. You brought it up."
That familiar irritation bubbled up in my chest, but this time it was mixed with something else. I turned my gaze away, focusing on the flicker of the candle flame. "It doesn't matter," I murmured. "Forget I said anything."
