Enzo's POV The Visit Continues
After our conversation in the art room, I wasn't sure what to expect from Alaric. A part of me thought he'd leave storm out, retreat into silence, or worse, revert to that cold, intimidating aura that cloaked him like armor. But to my quiet surprise, he stayed.
He didn't say anything as I led Jamie and a few others in organizing the supplies in the rec room. He didn't hover at my side like a shadow. He kept his distance not far, but just enough to not feel like he was breathing down everyone's necks. He lingered by the doorway, arms crossed, eyes alert… but less sharp. Watchful, not hostile. It was a subtle shift but I noticed it.
The others did too.
It was Jamie who broke the tension first. He was stacking the sketchbooks when he asked, almost too casually, "So... Alaric, you some kind of ex-military or something?"
