Xio stared back and soaked it in. For once, they were taking him seriously. For once, people were afraid of him. Except for Dezi. After Marino signed to him—the taller boy not taking his wide eyes off Xio as he did—Dezi turned to Xio. His eyebrows drew together, his features softening. Dezi’s eyes held Xio’s gaze and there was sadness behind them. And it wasn’t for himself. It was for Xio. And Xio hated it.
He is so Nico coded
