But what about him? Julian's gaze lingered on his own hands, his fingers curling slightly. He couldn't paint, he wasn't good with numbers, and he didn't have Karl's charisma to win people over. He was just… there. Always in the background, doing little things no one noticed. A quiet ache settled over him, and he turned away from the bed, wondering if Ruby ever thought he was just taking up space.
He sighed, trying to shake off his thoughts and laid beside karl.
***
The next day, Ruby stood near the doorway with Karl's large suitcase in one hand and a bulging bag of necessities in the other, quietly observing the dramatic scene unfolding before her. It was supposed to be a cheerful send-off, but the courtyard looked more like a funeral.
