He didn't bother replying, let the guy stew in it.
Ethan's chest heaved once, twice, he shook his head, muttering under his breath, "he only had luck," as he turned away.
His boots thudded down the hall, loud and angry, until he shoved open a door on the right and disappeared inside, slamming it shut behind him.
The sound echoed, sharp and final, leaving the hallway still.
Gon stood there, watching the closed door, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth.
Ethan could sulk all he wanted, didn't change the fact Gon had dropped him flat in front of everyone.
Lyssia shifted beside him, her presence a quiet pressure, he didn't turn yet.
Gon stood in the hallway of House Veyris, the echo of Ethan's slammed door fading into the quiet.
The wood-paneled walls stretched long and dim, the window at the end spilling gray light across the floorboards.
Ethan was gone, sulking behind his barricade, leaving just Gon and Lyssia.
