Aryan never expected he would end up in such a complicated situation. He stood silently, unwilling to offer any explanations. His chest tightened with uneasy emotions as he avoided Evan's eyes, letting the heavy silence swallow his words before they could even form.
Evan, without asking anything, stepped forward and freed Aryan from Marco's grip, pulling him back gently. Marco, utterly drunk and lost to his senses, stumbled before collapsing onto the floor. Aryan watched him with mixed emotions—pity, guilt, and an ache he couldn't quite name.
"Can we drop him at his home?" Aryan asked softly, his voice trembling despite his attempt to sound calm.
Evan gave a small nod. He didn't want to disappoint Aryan, who seemed already torn between reason and responsibility. Without a word, Evan bent down, hooked Marco's arm over his shoulder, and helped him up. He didn't allow Aryan to assist; instead, he took full charge, half-dragging Marco toward the car.
