“Lyric,” Creed sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Lyric looked at him with an eyebrow raised; Creed was sitting on the bed in black sweatpants and a tank shirt, his hair messy. “Are you off of quiet mode yet?”
He stared at him blankly, and the older man sighed. It had been two weeks since the carnival. Two weeks since Lyric had slipped back into quiet mode, and in those modes, he had said nothing, no after how much the others asked or pleaded. He had been silent. He knew he was getting on everyone’s nerves; they had all seen Fern, and now they wanted answers to their questions, and the one person who could answer them was refusing to speak.
Also, at the carnival, Kaito had confessed to Zeke. Zeke had rejected him; Lyric had sworn he had seen the taller boy blink back tears as he n
