Lukas wasn't looking at anyone anymore.
His eyes were fixed on the door, but they weren't really seeing it. He was just gazing in that direction, unfocused, as if his mind had stepped outside the room entirely and left his body sitting there. The words Roger had just spoken still lingered in the air, heavy and unmoving, and yet they felt distant at the same time. It was as if they had been said underwater. He heard them. He understood them. But they hadn't fully landed.
For a few long minutes, nobody spoke.
Javi sat still, his hands resting on his knees, staring somewhere between the carpet and the wall opposite him. Roger remained seated as well, his posture tense but restrained, waiting. The silence wasn't awkward. It wasn't angry. It was something else. It was the kind of silence that follows a truth too large to react to immediately.
Lukas swallowed, but even that felt like effort.
