"A secret remains a secret only if it stays untold."
The moment you tell someone, it stops being a secret — it becomes information, quietly waiting for the right moment to leak.
"Have you guys eaten?" Rex asked, steering the conversation away.
"Yeah, we have," Victor replied, glancing at him. "Just noticed you haven't had anything."
"It's nothing," Rex said, waving his hand dismissively. "I just lost track of time. I'll order something now."
Victor nodded, giving a casual salute before disappearing back into the hallway.
As the door clicked shut, Rex sighed heavily. His stomach wasn't growling, he wasn't hungry, but he knew he had to keep his strength up.
So, he ordered a simple pizza, then collapsed onto the bed, stretching out his sore, aching limbs. Every muscle protested. His back ached from hunching over charts, his fingers stiff from endless clicking. Still, the mental exhaustion was worse than the physical.
