Rory
Jarvis brought up his brother so casually I almost missed the exact moment the conversation turned into something else entirely.
We were back in our now-established midnight dining hall routine, two days after the estate visit, my mind still half-tangled in Desmond's overheard phone call, when Jarvis set down his food tray and asked, with the careful, too-casual tone of someone who'd been rehearsing the question for a while, "So what's the deal with you and Dray?"
"There's no deal."
"There's clearly a deal. You watch his races. He shows up to our practices even though he's on record hating hockey. He bought you an ice pack that one time, which — I need you to understand, Dray does not buy people things. He once made me pay him back for a coffee I didn't even ask him to get." He sa
