'What the hell happened in those godforsaken thirty minutes for his favorability to spike like that?'
[ Dear Host, you have exited negative status. Your survival probability has increased. ]
"…Did I talk in my sleep or something?"
"No."
Blake let out a long, exhausted sigh and pushed himself upright, a dull heaviness still clinging to his limbs.
"Let's just play."
Being drugged wasn't funny. Not even a little. It obviously sat wrong in his chest. How was he supposed to trust Myles after that?
Not that he ever really did.
'Doesn't look like he touched me… but who knows at this point.'
They passed the time like that, quiet. Myles barely spoke, his expression was sharper, colder than usual. And yet, according to the system, his favorability had climbed into neutral.
'Neutral, huh…'
Blake didn't know how to feel about that.
'Is that even better? At least when he was negative, he felt… something. Even if it was bad.'
***
"Thanks for the fun time."
