The conversation didn't carry on for long.
Mostly because he simply took Blake's hand and started dragging him away.
"Hey—"
"Come."
"I can walk by myself."
"I know."
"Then why are you dragging me?"
"She's tiring you out."
He stared at the side of Myles' face.
"...she isn't."
Myles didn't answer.
Blake stumbled along for a few steps before adjusting his pace to match him.
He glanced back once toward the room they'd just left.
Estelle was still there, probably staring at the screens and working on whatever ridiculous plan she'd just proposed.
He could already imagine how badly that could go.
Myles clearly had no intention of letting him participate, though.
By the time they entered the room again, Zlatan and Alexis were still there.
Neither had bothered leaving very far.
