Reynold's gaze drifted toward Kingsley, who sat quietly to the side, uninterested in joining their conversation.
"What do you think, Kingsley? After all, didn't you call Anthony your 'brother' when you first met him? You even brought out your wine to celebrate the occasion. Doesn't it bother you that you're about to part ways with your 'brother'?"
Reynold asked calmly.
Kingsley sat with his arms folded across his chest, eyes closed in calm detachment. For a long moment, he gave no sign of reaction.
Then, slowly, he opened his eyes and fixed Reynold with a steady gaze.
"It doesn't bother me"
He said simply.
Dale turned toward him, puzzled.
"Why not? I thought you two were good friends"
"It doesn't bother me, not because Anthony is changing teams. It's because, no matter where he goes, I'll be on that team with him"
Kingsley replied calmly, his voice steady and sure.
"Why are you so confident?"
Reynold pressed, his gaze sharp and unwavering as it locked onto Kingsley.
