Too late.
Definitely too late.
Every time someone's eyes sparkled, Curtis felt like sinking further into the ground.
He had initially assumed they'd ask painful questions about Enzo. About his disappearance. About Tavian's stupidity and his likely connection to the Federation. Heck, he even assumed they'd want to know exactly what the witch had been planning to do today.
Of course, Curtis's mind conveniently kept skipping the fact that about half the people inside this booth had probably seen him locking lips with Eden. His mind could be selective like that when it came to protecting what little remained of his sanity.
But much to his surprise, the questions they asked left him completely dumbfounded.
"Since when have you known each other?"
"Have you always fought since you were little?"
"Considering how you fight every day, who would normally apologize?"
Curtis actually shook his head once, as if to check whether his hearing had malfunctioned.
