Milo looked up at Julian, his brows furrowed as concern flickered in his eyes. "What was he trying to say?" he asked softly, his hand still holding Julian's hands.
Julian let out a long sigh, keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead as they walked. He stayed quiet for a moment, as if carefully choosing what to say.
Finally, his shoulders slumped slightly. "I don't know why," he said quietly, his voice carrying a tinge of exhaustion. "I'm not saying anything bad about him… but he can't seem to tolerate my happiness."
Milo frowned. "But you didn't do anything to him."
Julian gave a small, sad smile. "Exactly. I didn't do anything to him… and maybe that's the problem."
His voice grew softer, almost distant. "Some people don't need a reason to dislike you. Sometimes, just existing… just being happy is enough to make them angry."
Milo's grip on Julian's arm tightened, his eyes narrowing. "That's not fair."
