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Most would probably see the group their in as family or even something closer than that. Rhys never had a good connection with his parents nor his sister, so maybe he had no benchmark to even say how such attachment was supposed to feel like, but he could claim -- for now only in front of himself -- that the fellow members of Di-verse were... co-workers, just co-workers. Back when they were all still trainees, a part of him sought genuine connections, like the friendships he had managed to make in his hometown. Well, and on the other hand, he knew it would be the game of survival. He saw plenty of people come and go and he didn’t want to be one of those who gave up or weren’t good enough to succeed. For some reason he always was the most (in his standards, of course) fond of Nari. But as time went on and their group debuted, it didn’t take long for him to start detaching himself. It was a slow process, and still on-going.
The other two disappeared somewhere after the practice, so it was only him and Nari in the room. In fact, he was about to grab his belongings and flee too, but as he ambled to get his things, his gaze met hers and this hellishly uncomfortable eye-contact ensued. His lips curled into a stiff smile and he looked wordlessly at her for a while, waiting for her to say anything first. “Is there something on my face?” With his eyebrows pressed together, he gave in and spoke up; his inquiry laying somewhere in between innocent jest and aggressive humor.
