A few minutes passed since the last word had been said.
Nobody rushed to fill the quiet. The Dimensional Space stretched around them, red and indifferent, and Liam's friends stood, not ready to move yet, not sure what moving forward even looked like.
Liam watched them. He'd expected more resistance, more denial. He'd mentally prepared for questions that turned into arguments, for someone to draw a hard line at dragons being real or universes being plural. But they hadn't. They'd absorbed it with the grace of people who trusted the source more than they trusted their own discomfort.
He hadn't expected to feel what he felt after telling them. Something had loosened in his chest that he hadn't noticed was tight. He'd been carrying the weight of knowing alone for months, and he hadn't registered the weight until some of it was gone.
