How could he look his best friend in the eye, knowing he stood in the way of a love Arthur never even got the chance to reclaim?
Both paths hurt.
Both led to heartbreak.
Somto looked down, voice low and cracked.
"What do I do?" he whispered.
He wasn't asking Arthur. Or Carl. He was just… asking.
To Arthur, watching quietly from the side, that whisper only added to the weight he felt in his chest.
He's furious, Arthur thought. He probably thinks I crossed a line I swore I wouldn't. That I betrayed our brotherhood.
Carl, on the other hand, had gone completely silent. But he was observing. Reading. Thinking.
His eyes moved between them, quietly forming theories, piecing together half told stories and unsaid truths.
He didn't fully understand it yet, but one thing was becoming clearer by the second:
Somto wasn't just protective of Nnenna.
He was attached.
