Elias furrowed his brows, tilting his head further. "Bad idea? Why?" He shrugged, his voice light but insistent. "If the owner of the house won't give you a room, you can sleep in mine. No big deal... It's big enough, and I don't mind."
Viktor walked toward Elias then, his steps deliberate and heavy on the floor, and grabbed his arm lightly, pulling him close.
"Why aren't you asking me for help? Or even calling my name? What's going on with you?"
Elias released himself from the grip with a slight twist, stepping back and sighing. "I don't have to. Let go... you're being weird."
Viktor sighed, his frustration clear in the way his brows furrowed.
"Ethan, you two can stay and leave in the morning. It's fine."
Elias clapped his hands together, his mood lifting instantly.
"Great! I'll go get the dinner served then." He started to turn away, eager to get things moving.
