The decision was clear—hanging out with Tory was far too perilous. His human status posed a potential threat to our carefully guarded identities, a risk we couldn't afford to take. Choosing caution over camaraderie, we informed him of our supposed ailment, expressing a need to rest and sleep before embarking on our journey back in the morning. To our relief, he understood his plans with friends diverting his attention away from our fabricated excuse.
"Maybe the next time you people are in town, we can hang out," he suggested with a casual shrug, his disappointment veiled behind a facade of acceptance. As he bid his farewell and left, his parting words lingered, "And you, well – I'll see you in a couple of weeks," accompanied by a playful wink, further emphasizing the unspoken complexities
