Ryan leaned back against the window seat in his room when he heard the door opening. Turning around quickly he saw Jamie poking his head in. After his heart fell he got up from his seat and went over to the bed to pick the books up. "What do you need Jamie?"
"Ryan, Sir." The boy always used that term with him, like being the lover of their master elevated him to a high status in the boy's eyes. "You really need to talk to him. I mean to Master Dryer. He needs you and you need him."
Ryan sighed. "I am waiting on him to speak me. I don't always have to be the bigger man."
"No, but in this case you need to be. Say your sorry, or forgive him. Whatever you need to do. You both are too stubborn and you are killing each other!" The boy stamped from the room, leaving the door ajar. That was the first time he had ever seen Jamie raise his voice. The boy was usually quiet and kept a low profile but he was right. They both were being idiots.
Going to the door he made to close it, but he stopped himself. Would it be so bad to be the first one or was waiting the lesser of two evils?