{ class / with Inessa }
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Hayes had always admired the bond between Inessa and Renlin, recognizing the depth of their connection as siblings. Yet, there was something in her tone that caught his attention, a subtle shift in her demeanor that hinted at some underlying uncertainties. ”I-“ He started, caught by surprise when she asked him is there was something he knew but wasn’t saying. Well… No. Maybe? Hayes just didn’t want to be the one to make Inessa feel like she couldn’t, in a way, trust her own brother. Hayes should be the one to know how that feels…
We’re not talking about not trusting his sister, Lenore, but knowing that she probably didn’t trust him at this point. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a genuine conversation with her and even tried to explain what was happening in his mind. But to him that was a protection - it had to be this way. ”No,“ he continued, forcing a smile he knew to make seem real. ”I was just curious. Don’t worry,“ he added softly, his concern evident in his tone.
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As much as Hayes maybe wanted to keep holding Nessa’s hand, it can give off the wrong idea not only to her but students around them. It’s not that Hayes cared about what they think; he knew how he might look to other people and sometimes he quite liked the stories he heard about himself but didn’t want them talking about Inessa now.
However, for a short moment he let himself enjoy it.
Before it was too late.
”Not quite there?“ Hayes questioned quietly, glancing at Inessa after her question. After she broke the silence both of them seemed to enjoy. Gently brushing his thumb over his, Hayes let go of Nessa’s hand and placed his hands in his pockets. Her question was… He understood it, I think everyone would in one way or another understand it but he couldn’t help but wonder what it meant coming from her. Before he could really give it a thought and answer in the way she might expect it, they were already in front of the door and she tried to distract him from it. ”More than often,“ but he still wanted to answer. With that he offered her a soft smile, his voice quiet as he suggested for her to walk in and he’d follow her.
So Hayes was now officially back. Back in the room he was supposed to leave, seeing faces he was hoping never to see again… Except for professor Walsh. And the Muse (hehe) but she was not important at this very moment, because now he was in a music room. Music was never his strongest suit but at times he did enjoy his mornings here. ”Great,“ he mumbled to himself the moment others noticed the two of them walk in, hidden behind their instrument Hayes could still feel their eyes on him and couldn’t ignore the whispers. ”You should go catch up with your friends, huh?“ So that’s what Hayes added next, this time looking back at Inessa with a weak smile. Was that what he wanted? Of course not, but it can’t always be that way. It was just his way of telling her she was free to go if she wished for that, not wanting her to get dragged into any conversation and gossip about him.
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