Ren entered his room and the boys looked at him.
Taro opened his mouth, clearly about to ask some question about the dance, about Luna, about whatever had happened during practice.
Questions were written all over his face. Curiosity and concern mixed with the particular kind of nosiness that came from caring about your friend but also wanting gossip.
But something in Ren's expression, or maybe in his body language, made Taro close his mouth without saying a word.
There was a strange mood in the air.
Heavy.
Like the calm after celebrating an intense battle. Like the exhaustion that came after victory when adrenaline finally stopped sustaining you and the true cost became apparent.
Min and Liu exchanged glances but also said nothing.
They recognized something in Ren's demeanor. Something that suggested pushing for information right now would be unwelcome.
Whatever had happened needed processing before it could be shared.
