Senses Never Lie
Ryan could have sworn there was something odd somewhere. Especially with the tone he had received in reply. What was he to believe now? Or who was he to believe? His instincts or the godd*mn thing the being told him, stating that it had nothing to do with the predicaments of his friends?
Soon as the being had made mention of that, he had excused himself from the others to get a much better concentration. At the moment, they were throwing banters at each other every in their weary states so in order not to be caught in the middle, and not to make an attempt to listen in, and not to reveal his confused facial expression, he did the necessary.
He was in the men's restroom now, sitting on the closet of one of the four toilets. He wasn't onto any business at the business but he was doing this to be left alone.