After everything that had just happened—after the shouting, the destruction, and the storm of emotions that had crashed through the room like a tidal wave—Heinz let go of Florian as if nothing had happened.
As if he hadn't just shattered half the room with his magic.
As if he hadn't just clung to Florian like a drowning man holding onto the only thing keeping him from slipping beneath the surface.
He hugged him for ten whole minutes. Not a word. Not a sound. Just silence and pressure and warmth.
It had been… strange. Definitely out of character.
But, strangely enough, Florian hadn't minded it as much as he thought he would.
He had expected to feel uncomfortable, tense, maybe even creeped out.
Instead, there had been a quiet stillness in that moment. An unexpected peace. He figured it wasn't about him, really.
Heinz had likely just been overwhelmed—furious and heartbroken over the betrayal of someone he trusted so deeply.
