"This should mean something, right?"
Silence greeted Ewan's hope-filled question; he had to ask again, needing reassurance.
"Come on, guys, say something. It means something, right? Look…" He sidled closer to his friends, who were peering down at his phone's screen, looking at the message Athena had sent a few minutes ago.
"Why would she ask about my well-being and if I have eaten if she doesn't care? Maybe…"
"Not to burst your bubble, Ewan, but Athena is this way with everyone, especially her friends. And luckily for you, she even accepted you as one… I think you should let go of this unattainable dream of being her husband again and focus on being a good friend."
"Technically, I'm still her husband," Ewan muttered, refusing to accept Zane's contribution.
However, Sandro's glare cut that victory short—they had talked about throwing that marital clause around carelessly.
"I know. I know. I'm just… saying," He muttered, dumping his tired body onto the sofa.
