So Morin figured he must've become a burden for him.
Maybe Malvis was just being polite, but deep down, he didn't want him around anymore.
Malvis stepped closer and looked Morin straight in the eyes.
That intensity… it had been a while since Morin had seen it.
"Why would you think that? There's no way I could ever hate you."
"Then why do you keep avoiding me?"
"I'm not—"
"Then why do you look so troubled around me? Why do you act like you're running away?"
Malvis hesitated.
His expression turned pained and conflicted.
It was written all over his face.
Seeing it made Morin feel even worse.
Maybe he really was a burden.
Maybe Malvis had simply had enough of his mood swings and selfishness.
And if that was the case, Morin had no excuse.
"…I'm sorry. I'm just making things worse, aren't I?"
"Morin—"
"It's okay. Let's just… keep things like before."
Morin forced a smile and stood up.
Because honestly, he hated that expression—conflicted and full of pain.
