It’s a low-burning torture, forced to sit still as Tristian pretends nothing is happening. Liam, an LDZ member who’s sitting in front of us, turns to ask Rath, “These your speakers?” and I clench up at the sudden attention. Tristian’s grunt is nothing but air against my ear. It still makes my heart beat wildly, eyes flying back and forth between Rath and Liam as they discuss the surround sound. We’re not watching a movie here. The lights aren’t dim. By the time Liam turns back to the game, my fingernails have pressed divots into the leather. Tristian’s voice is barely a whisper. “Feels so
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