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Adrien opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, then just shut it again, his face twisting into a mix of unease and conflict. He rubbed his hands on his jeans, avoiding my gaze, and the nervous energy coming off him made my stomach tighten.
"Because what?" I asked softly, watching him struggle with his words. "What... were you going to say?"
He shook his head almost right away, letting out a hollow laugh as if trying to brush it off. "I... it's nothing. Just forget it, Noah. It really doesn't matter."
But it did matter. I could feel it deep down, that instinctive pull telling me he was standing on the edge of the truth, desperately trying not to fall into it. I'd spent years swallowing things people wouldn't explain, years accepting silence like it was all I deserved, and I was too tired for that anymore.
